Page 20 of Lies in Promises
Tears appear in her eyes.
“How old is he?” she asks, her voice a bit louder but sounding like she’s also struggling with her emotions.
I clear my throat. “Ten.” But the last time I saw him, he was eight, and in my head, he will always be.
I’m so in my head, I don’t notice Marisela reach across the table and place a hand over mine.
The second our skin meets, it’s like an electrical current flowing through us.
“I’m sure you did it for the right reasons,” she lets out, giving my hand a hard squeeze.
“I sure fucking hope so.”
As Marisela continues to squeeze my hand, I try my hardest to collect myself. I knew this day was going to be hard, but I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.
“Robert, is giving up your brother one of the bad things that has happened during the rain?”
I give her a nod. “It’s one of two things.”
“What’s the second?”
“My parents dying.”
A tear rolls down her beautiful face, and I can’t help but reach over and wipe it away.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I say, my thumb caressing her cheek, as if she were mine to touch and comfort.
She gives me a smile that nearly makes my heart stop. “I don’t know why, but I feel this thing with you. I can’t explain it, but it’s as if your pain is my pain, which is stupid, since we just met.”
Every word she says, I understand, because I feel the same way.
“Do you want to know something?” I ask. She gives me a nod, more tears rolling down her face, and I just swipe them away. “I feel the same way.”
“It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I answer, my hand not moving from her face. It feels natural having it there, and she isn’t pushing me away for being a creep.
“Maybe we should do something about it,” she says, placing a hand over mine and sliding it to her lips to plant a small kiss against my palm.
Out of all the things I was expecting today, this was not one of them.
“Maybe we should.”
And we did.
About two hours after we ran into each other in the office lobby, we left the diner and just drove for hours, just talking. Eventually, we end up back at the small apartment I’ve been renting for the past year over an auto body shop.
It was in my apartment that I kissed Marisela for the first time. We were sitting on my couch, our bodies close, and everything in me wanted to be even closer.
So, I leaned in. I leaned in and I kissed her with everything I had.
The second our lips touched, it was like nothing existed but her. I didn’t think about my parents, about my brother. I didn’t think about anything but her.
As our lips danced and our tongues slid together, I didn’t give a shit about anything else. Her warmth, her pleasure, justher.
I kissed this girl like my life depended on it because in that moment, it very much did.
We kissed until we were both panting. We kissed until she was on my lap, and my hands were roaming her body. We kissed until our clothes were the only things separating us. We kisseduntil she was prone under me, moaning out my name, and I was sliding into her. We kissed until she came around my cock, and I filled her up with everything I had. Then, we kissed until the sun came up, then repeated everything the next day and the day after.
