KristoI made the rest of the drive down there so Amaya could catch up with her sister, and I glanced in the mirror and watched them talk. I loved the way their faces lit up when they were around each other, as though this was what they had been waiting for all day long. It was sweet, heartening to see, and I found my mind straying back to that point I had been trying to ignore since this morning. I wanted Amaya to always be this happy. I wanted that look on her face as much as humanly possible, and that meant inviting Jolene to live with us.I had considered it before, of course, just because it would have been easier for me having her at the apartment than it was driving all the way out here every single time I wanted to see her. I could have hired a home caregiver so everything was taken care of and cleared out the guest bedroom to make room for anything she needed to keep around. I was going to get that car anyway, the one that was built for her wheelchair, so that was taken care
AmayaI knew there was something off about him as soon as I got out of bed that morning. Maybe it was wifely intuition or maybe I was just getting to know him well enough that he couldn’t hide his feelings from me as efficiently as he used to be able to, but I could tell there was something amiss from the second I laid eyes on him that morning.I had tried my best to ignore it as the day had gone on. I had so much to focus on, what with getting Jolene to the house and making sure I was gathered and ready for a whole day with his family. Hell, more than that, our families were really meeting each other for the first time. What little there was of mine was coming together with the enormity of his, and I couldn’t have been more excited. It would do Jolene so much good to have some other family around her, and when I saw that his grandmother had already put in a wheelchair ramp, I laid my hand on my chest and had to fight back tears, I was so touched at the gesture.“Stop standing around,
AmayaWe took our seats around the table, and the conversation picked up, people talking over each other and laughing and passing dishes around the table. I kept glancing at the door, aware that Kristo and his father hadn’t returned yet, but eventually, I had to focus my attention on what was happening right in front of me. Everyone here had gone to so much effort, and the least I could do was appreciate that. I could practically hear my own mother in my ear, scolding me for not being more sociable.I focused in on the conversation, and before I knew it, I was caught up and enjoying myself. They were so friendly, a little crazy, sure, but then what family wasn’t? I would have taken any amount of wildness over dealing with the fact that my family was gone for good, that I would never be able to bring Kristo to meet them the way he had introduced me to the people close to him. I tried to ignore the sting in my stomach at the memory of that, and I glanced over at Jolene and saw her eyes
AmayaAs soon as our mouths met, I knew it was different than before. When I had been with him in this apartment previously, it had always been a swell of desire for each other, as though if we didn’t take each other right then and right there, we might expire, but this was different. He slid his arm around my waist and drew me on to his lap. I could feel the tension unwinding from his body, everything that he’d been carrying all day long rushing out of him. I slipped my arms around him, and he guided me down on to the bed so that he was on top of me, his body pressed down on mine, the warmth and strength of him comforting me in ways I didn’t know I needed.He stripped me down swiftly and deftly, and I noticed the way his ring caught the light as he moved, and my heart skipped a beat. Sometimes, I forgot that we were bonded in such a profound way. I reached up to brush the hair back from his face and saw my own ring on my finger, a reminder of what we shared, the secrets we carried fo
KristoHow much sleep did I get that night? It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two, that was for sure. I felt as though my head was leaking, brain dripping down my front like so much syrup. She was wrapped around me like a vine on a tree, and part of me just wanted to put my arms around her and go back to sleep. But there was no way in hell that was happening, not now that I was conscious enough to start thinking, to start putting the pieces together in my mind.A war was raging inside of me. It might have sounded melodramatic, but it was the only thing that came close to summing up everything that was running through my head right there and then. It was as though bombs were exploding and people yelling and turf being torn from the ground even as I tried to keep myself together. I was surprised I was only in one piece, that the emotional turmoil hadn’t made itself known on the outside too.It had all started with that conversation my father had with me the day before when he’d
KristoAnd when we had arrived home that evening and she had slid into bed with me and made love to me, I felt as though I was helpless to resist her. I had never really made love like that in my entire life. Fucking? Sure, but this was something new. Her body was good and sweet beneath mine, her breath playing on my skin, her touch light and playful as she skimmed her fingers all over my body and drew me in deep. It had felt as though she was peeling away at my walls, brushing them down so nothing about them mattered any longer, as though I was the only thing she wanted and needed. And her ability to be open with me in that way drew it out of me as well, pushing something that I had tried to bury down inside me all this time to run up and over and take control.And now, as I lay here in bed next to her while she slept peacefully, I found myself envying her. Because she had been the one to tell me she loved me, and she had been the one to take back control and lay the ground rules, an
AmayaI had to rush to get out of bed that morning after those morning activities had rendered me a little late. I grinned as I showered and wondered if I should invite him in to join me, to see just how many times he could make me come before I had to leave for work. I got ready as fast as I could, and he planted a kiss on my cheek before I went out the door.“Have a good day,” he told me, and I smiled back at him.“You too,” I replied, and I felt that familiar little fizz in my chest, the one that came every single time he did something that could have been mistaken for the actions of a loving husband. He seemed to have cheered up from last night. I had asked a couple of times what his father had spoken to him about that had gotten him so out-of-sorts, but he didn’t tell me, offering me vague half-answers to deflect the question. Probably something about work, something too dull to bother me with. I didn’t let it get under my skin. All that mattered was that he was back in his usual
AmayaCleo stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the doubt in her eyes, the distrust, the anger that I had lied to her. And I knew where she was coming from. These people had let me into their lives, and how had I repaid them? By lying to them, by letting this stupid contract that I had never even signed dictate how I acted with them.“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “I won’t tell anyone for now. But you have some serious explaining to do, you understand?”“I understand,” I replied. I would have said anything to her at that moment if I thought it would get her out of here.“I’m keeping this,” she waved the contract in my face. “And I’m talking to my brother.”“Sure, of course,” I nodded. “I’m sorry, Cleo. I’m sorry you had to find out about any of this.”“Yeah, me too,” she replied grimly, and she paused for a moment, just staring at me, and a little sadness flickered over her face as though she was bidding farewell to the woman she’d thought she’d known when we had gone shoppin