Thirty-Two
TINY
JUNE
Iam in the middle of a sexual revolution. I mean I am really feeling myself. Stone and I are fucking like bunnies, and I think the excitement around it is even heightened because he's reluctantly agreed to keep it a secret from my father for now.
We have had sex in his room seven times. Eight if you count the time he just ate me out.
My room twice.
The shower three times. Which was awwwwwesome.
He's visited me at the hospital, and we actually did it in a vacant hospital room. Okay, that was crazy. I won't be doing that again.
We would have done it at the bike shop but Savannah is always hovering around a.k.a cock blocking. So, I just bring him dinner there sometimes or lunch if I'm off work.
It's been wonderful. I don't know what took me so long to finally do this. Or maybe it's just that I had to wait for the right person.
"Hey, baby."
"Shh," I say quietly. "Or Savannah might here you."
"Who gives a shit."
"My father will."
"Have you ever considered the possibility that your father would be happy for us."
"Umm, no."
"And why is that."
"He doesn't think anyone is good enough for me. It's probably part of why it took me so long to give up the goods."
"Then I appreciate him even more."
I smack him on his arm.
"Shut up."
"Your parents seemed like they were really in love. I would think that he'd want that for you."
"Are you saying that you love me?" I ask in jest.
"I don't know, Ariana. Are we in love?" he asks with one of his poker straight faces.
I'm not sure if he's playing or serious, and I'm not going to even touch that loaded question with a ten foot pole. I just start laying out the dinner that I've brought him. Rosemary chicken and garlic mashed potatoes. One of his favorite meals.
"My parents were madly in love. Why do you think he can't let go of her? I'm not sure I even want to be in that type of love. I think it pains him every day to live in this world without her."
"He's dating though."
"Barely. Savannah's mother is not my mother."
"Tell me about your mother," he says as he sits down at the table that's always been too small for him to sit at.
"Well, she was a beauty. A great cook. She was actually a caterer. She always had dreams of working in the medical profession though. I think if she had been born later or to more affluent parents she would have been a doctor."
