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“Yeah, she’s great.”And likes me.I sip my coffee as I try my damndest to figure out what in the fuck to do about this. Shelikesme? I know she said she meant just as friends, but I’m not a fucking idiot, she saw my face and I embarrassed her. God damn it.No relationships and no Sunday.And here I am, throwing both of thosevitalrules out the window.
“I was worried.” Mom sips her tea as she looks off towards the indoor waterfall. “I was worried that you would never get over her.” I chuckle, mom hated Shannon from the start, and I know that if she knew the full extent of what Shannon did to me, she would’ve never invited my cousin. But I didn’t want to cause waves, like usual.
“Mom, I’ve been with women since Shannon.” She snorts.
“I’m not talking about fucking them.”
“Mom!” I laugh in shock. “What the hell?” My mother never uses language like that. She waves me off before continuing her conversation.
“How long have you two been together?” And here’s the tricky part. I don’t lie to my mom or Indy, ever. The three of us made it as far as we did because we’ve been completely open and honest. I feel nauseous as I rub my palms together.
“It’s, umm, newer.” I give her an uneasy smile. “We are still trying to find our places in each other's lives.” Mom gives me a nod.
“But not so new that she doesn’t allow her boy around you.” I chuckle.
“Oh Wade? Well, I mean he and I are buds. He likes to draw, and there aren’t a whole lot of people around the area that are into art for him to hang with.” She raises a thick brow.
“My beautiful boy, there is nothing more important or treasured in a mother’s world than their children. If she is letting you get close to that portion of her world, then she’s already decided where you fit into her life.” My gut twists and I give her another uneasy smile before deciding that we need to change the subject to literally anything else. I’m about to rat Indy out for her caffeine consumption just to take the spotlight off me when my phone chimes.
Sunshine: Are you coming back anytime soon?
Me: Miss me already?
See, thisis my problem. I can’t stop flirting with this woman.
Sunshine: About as much as a hemorrhoid. I was asking because I’m going to take a shower if you’re not going to want it anytime soon.
Me: Nah, I’m with mom, go ahead. Think about me.
Sunshine: I hope a seagull shits in your hair.
I laugh out loud as I put my phone back in my pocket and look up to see the amused smile on my mom’s face. Yeah, this is going to be a problem.
* * *
I walk downthe hall to my room and raise a brow as I open the door.What is that noise?I walk further into the suite and I am met with…oh my god is that some boy band?
I move towards the open bathroom door where the shower is still on and the band is at full volume, blasting one of their old hits. Something about being ‘original’ or something, I don’t know. What I do know is Sunday is in the shower and I can partially see her through the textured glass of the door. And she is singing, with her entire heart to this song while doing some weird little movement and waving her hands above her head. Also, she’s a fucking terrible singer. I mean completely off key. Whales could possibly tune into this frequency, and it could change their swimming patterns.
I lean against the sink, having to bite my knuckle to stop the laughter from coming out as she does the fucking worst looking boy band dance move while she tries to sound, I’m guessing sexy, as she sings out.
She whispers a, ‘Yeahhh’ following her little dance number and I bend over to grip my stomach as I hold back the laugh with everything I have.
She belts out the next verse and I see her grab her body sponge and hold it to her mouth, like some sort of makeshift microphone.
“Am I sexual?” she sings loudly.
“Yeah…” I half ass sing, and she shrieks loudly while throwing her sponge, I assume in defense, but it smacks against the glass, bounces off and smacks her in the face. I burst out laughing as she shuts the shower off and grabs a towel.
“I guess knocking, privacy, and just good manners isn’t something that you were taught in school, is it?” She huffs as she goes to step out of the shower but slips and grips the shower handle as she falls to her knee. She glares at me, her face bright red, and it’s not from the heat of the water. I crack a grin as I take a step closer.
“Would you like some help, Sunshine?” Her glare intensifies as she refuses to answer. I shrug and step again, putting myself directly in front of her. I can see the beads of water running over her bare flesh and I have to force a swallow. I grab her under her legs and lift her over the tub. I carry her out of the bathroom, despite her protests, before standing her up near the bed.
“If you think for one second I’m having sex with you after that–”
“That’s not what I was thinking,” I say flatly. Actually, sticking my face between her strong legs and wearing those thighs as earmuffs while I make her scream with my mouth had been a thought, but I need it to notbe a thought anymore.
“Oh.” Is that disappointment in her tone? “Well then, what were you thinking?”
