He relented with a huff, and then shoved the cookie into his mouth.
I’m okay, I signed, but when he still appeared doubtful, I fisted my left hand, touched the index finger of my right hand to my chin, and slapped the palm of that very same hand over my fist to say:Promise.
He searched my face for a second or two, and then downed some more of the champagne before giving me a nod.
How was Mass?I wrote.
“Good,” he said sincerely. “Mom cried for at least half of it, but that’s nothing new; she does that every year. Dad and Taron tried to hush her, but she just doesn’t get the memo.”
I wasn’t sure whether or not to laugh at that, so I just blinked at him.
He chuckled. “Wow, Rina; act at least a little bit amused. We don’t want my mom to think she’s lost her touch.”
I laughed, and Myles moved closer to me before placing an arm on the couch.
Do you enjoy attending Mass?I wrote.
“Yeah,” he said around a smile. “It’s peaceful, and yet so powerful that it moves you in a way you don’t mind being moved.”
I returned his smile.
Must be nice.
“It is,” he stated. “You ever attended?”
I shook my head.
But I want to.
“I’ll take you next year,” he told me with so much confidence that it made me swallow. “Screw the family dinner; come hang out with us Reyes for one Christmas. And if you don’t leave with your brain in your ass by the end of it, I swear to you that I’ll change my name.”
I placed a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my laughter, whereas Myles hid his face in my hair to do the same.
I sniffed as I regained my freaking sanity, and then punched Myles in the arm before signing,Asshole.
“You just love signing that, don’t you?” he mused. “You find any and every excuse to show me your finger-hole.”
I pursed my lips and gave him a look full of warning.
Stop.
“Why? Are you scared of making a noise and waking up your cranky ol’avô?” His eyes gleamed, and I saw the challenge in them – clear as fucking day.
He leaned in and bit the skin just below my ear, right before sucking it into his mouth.
My back arched against him, and he took that as an opportunity to cup my left breast from over my sweater.
I let go of a broken sigh, and Myles pulled my face to his before crashing our mouths together.
God, it was fire and pain; it was unashamed and wild. The way Myles kissed me was dizzying, all-encompassing.
He bit my lower lip, and I pushed my nails into his jaw.
He touched his tongue to the roof of my mouth, so I grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him closer to me.
He pulled at my hair and fucked my mouth with abandon, and I cupped the back of his neck as I tried to remember where each of us began and ended.
“Rina,” he all but pleaded, his voice a bit hoarse, and then tugged at the hem of my sweater. “Take it off.”
