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Ichange backinto my clothes for the ride to his place. It's still freezing and terrifying on the motorcycle. But that's nothing compared to all the feelings stirring inside me.
We spend the night on the couch, watching science fiction movies. Truth be told, there isn't that much watching going on. Mostly kissing, touching, fucking. It feels amazing, being this close to him. It's like we're in our own little world. Our own bubble.
Like nothing can bring us down.
We spend the night together in his bed. Spend the morning on the couch, sipping coffee and kissing and not really watchingThe Matrixmovies.
The house is beautiful and bright but this time, it's touchable. It's intimate. It's mine. He's mine. I know he's not, that we agreed to keep thisall benefits, no friendshipbut it feels like he's mine.
I press my lips into his. He tastes good. His legs feel good between mine. His chest feels good against mine.
But there's this sound. This annoying melody. It's familiar. It's loud. Dammit.
That's the ringtone I assigned for my parents. And I've been dodging their texts for weeks. There's no more dodging. Once they escalate to phone call, they call and call and call.
"Sorry, I have to take this." I push off the couch and grab my phone. Deep breath. "Hey, Mom. How are you?"
"I've been worried. Did you get my message about Thanksgiving?"
"Yes."
Miles runs his fingers over my shoulder. He whispers, "Tell them you've been busy because you're seeing someone."
"Excuse me." I put my phone over the speaker and turn to Miles. "Are you crazy?"
"Trust me. Tell her you have a boyfriend. It will give you something to talk about besides medical school and your sister."
He's making a compelling argument.
"I'll still come with you," he says. "For Thanksgiving. Hell, invite them to meet us at Nobu tonight. I'll impress them by paying."
"That would impress them."
"I know." He brushes my hair from my eyes. "You have to admit I'm charming. For a scoundrel."
"I don'thaveto admit that, no."
"But you know it's true."
"Megara." Mom's voice flows through the speaker. "Are you there?"
"Tell her," Miles mouths.
He's right. I should tell her. It's a perfect distraction. The visit will be a million times easier if I have Miles by my side. Being in that house alone, or with just Mom and Dad… It still hurts.
"I'm sorry Mom. That's just… that's Miles. My boyfriend." I take a deep breath. "We've been dating a few months now. And it's kept me busy."
"You're seeing someone?" Her voice is neutral.
"Yeah. He's great. Really, really great. Smart." Damn, what does she want to hear? I've never had to worry about my mom approving of a guy.
"Tell her I went to Stanford," Miles whispers.
That's good. "He's a little older. Graduated from Stanford a few years ago."
"Oh, that's great, sweetie. Miles, was it?" she asks.
