Page 52 of Worth the Heat
Isabella giggles. “Twenty minutes?”
“Don’t count on it. I’m an old man.”
“Thirty-six is not old,” she says with an exaggerated eye roll.
“I didn’t know you knew how old I am.”
“I’ve always known,” she admits shyly. “I had a crush on you, Sebastian. No one knew, I think. I just couldn’t wrap my head around you being interested in me. We seemed to be on opposite sides of the spectrum.”
I cup her cheek, my thumb dragging lightly across her lip. “Opposite sides of the spectrum balance each other out,mi Amor. And there’s no one more perfect for balancing me than you. I’m relieved you finally see the same thing I’ve always seen. That we’re perfect together.”
A buzzing noisewakes me up, and it takes me a minute to recognize the weight sprawled across me is Isabella. A sleepy smile coversmy face as I breathe in her perfect sugared vanilla scent. I wasn’t kidding when I said I planned to keep her up most of the night. I make a mental note to order more condoms, because I’d only ordered a box of six, and now only have two left. Isabella’s pussy is my nirvana, and I plan to camp out there as often as she’ll let me.
The buzzing happens again, and I root around the nightstand to grab my phone.
Mom: We’re driving down your driveway.
Mom: We’re parking the car.
Mom: Sebastian! Is it safe to come inside?
Mom: I better not see something inappropriate in there.
Mom: We’re getting Camila her breakfast.
Mom: Two minutes, and I’m sending her up to wake you up. Then YOU can explain why Isabella is in your bed.
As much as I’d love to tell Camila that Isabella and I are together now, I don’t exactly want to have the birds and the bees conversation with my five-year-old right now. And it should definitely be something Isabella is ready for.
Shit. We haven’t really talked about what happens now. Moving forward. How should we act together? Can I be affectionate? Should we remain relatively professional in front of Camila? Dammit. I meant to bring this up last night, but clearly my dick began running all the blood in my body, and I could no longer form constructive thoughts.
I carefully extract myself from under Isabella, holding my breath as she sighs and rolls toward the other side of the bed. I respond to my mother as I’m tiptoeing into my closet.
Me: Keep her down there. I’ll be down in a minute.
Mom: I assume things went well?
Me: How much information are you hoping to get here, Mamá?
Mom: Much less than you assume, mi bebé. Did you put your heart on the line? Does she know that you’re in love with her?
Me: I’ve never shied away from telling Isabella how I feel. Now I know she actually believes me.
Mom: What will you be telling Camila?
Me: Mom, can we discuss this in a few minutes when I get downstairs?
Mom: As if your daughter will allow us to have an adult conversation.
I chuckle quietly as I throw on a pair of shorts and a loose tee-shirt. She’s not wrong about that. It isn’t that Camila expects to be the focus whenever she’s around adults. She has too many questions about the world around her, so it makes carrying on a conversation a bit challenging. But I love watching her mind decipher information, and how she learns is pretty remarkable.
As I jog down the stairs, I follow the sound of my beautiful girl excitedly chirping about what she hopes to do today. “Hi Daddy! Did you miss me?”
I nuzzle against her head as I scoop her into my arms. “Of course,mi Chiquita. The house is quiet without you.”
“You know what we need?” Camila asks, and I see the calculated look in her eyes. She’s about to ask for an animal of some kind, I just know it.
“What, Camila?” I reply, sighing as I deposit her in her chair in the kitchen. I notice extra marshmallows in her cereal, and I raise an eyebrow at my dad. He stifles a smile as he buries his head in a magazine.
