Page 41 of Where There's Smoke…
“And as my friend?” I smirk.
Maverick and I have known each other since high school, and we’ve always been good friends. I used to have the fattest crush on his older sister and would sometimes go over to his house just to catch a glimpse of her. However, that crush fizzled out when she went off to college back when we were freshmen in high school. Maverick and I still stayed friends over the years, though, and we even worked out together from time to time.
“As your friend, I’ll say let her do all the work,” he chuckles. “I mean, I don’t know if she can pick your buff ass up, but I know there are plenty of things y’all can do that don’t involve you putting pressure on your wrist.”
“Oh, yes, definitely,” I say, but before I can say anything else, the X-ray tech person enters and quickly does the X-ray.
Once we make it back to the room, he shows me how well I've been healing, and we work together to formulate a plan for me to follow for the next few weeks. He tells me that it’s important that I don’t try to jump back into doing everything, and I assure him that Angel would not let me even if I tried.
My mind drifts over to her, and I smile to myself. She has been, well, an angel during my healing time. She insisted on staying with me to ensure I was well cared for, but I didn’t mind. I loved having her in my space, and I loved getting to fall asleep in her arms every night. I mean, as much as I wanted to be the big spoon, she told me that until I was healed, she would do the holding.
Did I mind? Not one bit, because I was slowly starting to fall in love with her caring for and pampering me. She was so gentle and attentive, and it was the type of softness that I’d never experienced before. I was addicted to the kind of affection she showed me, and every day, I wanted nothing more than to get down on one knee and make her mine forever.
But there was always that little voice in my head that told me it was too early for that. I knew she was into me as much as I was into her, but I didn’t want to move too fast and scare her off. Even if she told me that she loved me first, I can’t lie and say that I hadn’t thought about saying it before she did. My feelings for her ran deep, and I would do anything to make sure that she always felt that love.
And it was going to start with me spoiling the fuck out of her this weekend.
After Maverick and I finished up, I thanked him and headed over to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription that had been filled while I was at my appointment. Once I had it, I headed to the waiting room, where my sister was busy typing away on her phone. She looked up when I approached and rose from her seat.
“How’d it go?” she asks as we approach the parking lot.
“It healed up nicely, but I still need to limit the pressure I put on it,” I inform her as we settle into the car. “Thank you for bringing me to my appointment, by the way. I promise this is the last time I will bother you. I should be good to drive by the time my next one comes around.”
“Oh, you know I don’t mind, big sis,” she chuckles. She glances at me quickly before turning back to the road. “So, what’s the plan for the weekend? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because Angel came in to get her hair braided yesterday and told me her birthday was tomorrow. Now I know you have something planned, so spill.”
“Well, if you must know…”
“Yes, yes, I must,” she cuts me off with a chuckle. I playfully roll my eyes, shaking my head in the process.
“Okay, nosey,” I laugh. “I’m taking her on a trip to Miami, and we’re gonna spend the weekend there. I have a few things planned, but I know she’ll be most excited about the hotel I booked and all its amenities. I think we’ll spend all day exploring the city on Saturday, but we’ll utilize all those amenities on Sunday. And of course, we’re gonna spend the rest of that night fucking-”
“Okay, no!” she screams, and I smirk. “I do NOT wanna hear all of that, Phee. How would you feel if I started talking about how bad I wanna swallow Senior’s dick right now?”
“Raven, I swear to god, I will jump out of this fucking car if you don’t shut the hell up,” I say, covering my ears, trying to cleanse my brain from that visual. “Just nasty…”
“Now you see how I feel,” she laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Also, don’t act like Angel’s fake innocent ass don’t be going down on you. She probably be having you excited to drop them drawls.”
“You know what, let’s change the subject,” I quickly say. “Please.”
I glanceat her, and she has a smug look on her face. She’s so fucking annoying. This is why I couldn’t joke with her about stuff like that; she knew I would rather rip off my ears than hear her talk about anything she does with Senior. I guess that’s what I get for talking about Angel with her.
Our conversation drifts over to other topics as we cruise back to our small town. When she finally pulled up in front of my house, I thanked her, and she told me to take lots of pictures and text her before I left. I assure her I will and make my way up the driveway to the front door. Before I can get my keys out, the door swings open, and I’m greeted by Angel looking as beautiful as ever.
Her round glasses sat atop her round cheeks as she smiled at me. I took the time to admire the way her skirt fit her and showed off her thick thighs. She was also rocking one of her colorful cardigans over a graphic tee that fit snugly against her ample breasts. My mouth watered as she pulled me in and shut the door behind me. She locked it and then turned back to lightly grab my arm. She gently massaged my wrist where the cast had been, not even thirty minutes ago.
“How are you feeling?” she asks softly. “Does it hurt?”
“No, I feel fine,” I assure her. She nods before bringing my wrist to her lips to kiss it. She lets me pull her into my chest, and I can feel both of us melt into the embrace. “How was your day?”
“It was fine, but it’s better now,” she says, looking up at me with a smile. “I closed the bakery early today so I could be here when you returned. Nori was waiting with me, but she fell asleep not long before you came.”
“Speaking of Nori, we have to drop her off at Raven’s house before we leave tonight,” I say. I take her hand and lead her into the living room. My eyes travel to the coffee table, where there is a glass of wine and a plate of sandwich meat and cheese slices. I chuckle. “There you go eating like a child again.”
“Hey, don’t talk about my poor lady char-coochie board,” she replies before sitting on the sofa. I settled beside her and lifted her legs onto my lap. “I’ve been having weird cravings lately, and today all I’ve wanted was meat and dairy.”
“Are you pregnant?” I joke. She hits me lightly, and I chuckle.
“If I am, it’s all those damn baby dolls you stay trying to impregnate me with,” she retorts. “To say you aren’t the biggest fan of the strap, you’re always working it like you grew it.”
