Page 25 of Moments in Ink

By the time we finished our brunch, I felt a little more relaxed, more like myself. Or at least as much as I could be.

I still didn’t know what I was going to do about Zia, but I wasn’t going to cancel tonight. I would head over to her house soon so we could meet and watch a movie.

I frowned, thinking about that.

That seemed awfully homey and cozy now that I thought about it. And not so relaxing and sexy.

People didn’t have stay-at-home dates where they watched movies and painted their nails or whatever the hell we were doing tonight if they weren’t serious, right?

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself. “I’m overreacting.”

I pushed all weird thoughts from my head, slid on comfy black leggings and a tunic top—feeling a little more girly than usual—and headed over to Zia’s. I had picked up cheesecake bites from the Boulder Bean, and I figured that was enough to last the night, Or hopefully, the week. Though I would probably eat them all myself if I could.

Zia answered after the first knock, her hair done up beautifully, and her face clear of makeup. She looked much like she had when I first saw her.

“Hey,” she whispered, leaning forward and kissing me on the lips.

It felt like a normal action, as if we had done it a thousand times. And it scared me. It shouldn’t, but it did.

Zia seemed to catch my thoughts on my face, and her smile fell a bit. I could have kicked myself.

“I brought cheesecake bites,” I said, leaning forward to tug on her hair as I kissed her hard.

She sighed, and I knew I had done the right thing. I couldn’t hurt her. Because we were only having fun, and having fun meant not thinking so hard and hurting people that you liked along the way.

“Are these from the Boulder Bean?” Zia asked.

“Yep. Some of the best stuff I’ve ever had.”

“Oh my God, I’m so excited. Come on in. I have Netflix queued up, though I have no idea what we’re going to watch tonight.”

“Is this a Netflix and chill situation?” I asked.

“Do kids even say that anymore?”

“I don’t know what’s in nowadays. I barely have social media.”

“I know, it’s going to be weird when, in a few years, the music that we loved in high school is on the oldies station.”

“I’m pretty sure some of it already is,” I said seriously, and we both visibly shuddered before she leaned forward and put a smacking kiss on my lips, stealing the cheesecake from me.

“I made guacamole and a veggie tray. The vegetables because I was going to drink wine, and I figured I needed some health food, but now I probably should’ve added more veggies considering how much I’m going to gorge myself on this cheesecake.”

“You’re going to have to save some for me.”

“You say that, but you brought it into my house as a present, so I think it’s mine.” She gave me a wicked grin. “Of course, you could always buy them with sexual favors.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure I have ways to get what I want when it comes to your pussy and that cheesecake.”

She barked out a laugh, and I joined her, shaking my head.

“I cannot believe you just said that,” she said.

“I can’t believe I did either. But here we are. And I want some fucking cheesecake.”

“I guess you’re going to have to have pussy first.”

I snorted and then wrapped my arms around her waist before lifting her up off her feet. I twirled her around the kitchen, and she laughed, pushing at my shoulders.

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