“Morning, beautiful,” I said, backing away.
“I woke up, and you were gone. Where’d you go?”
“I figured you’d need a fresh cup of coffee.” My eyes watched as she began to stretch but quickly sat up when she heard the word coffee.
Her eyes darted around the room. “You went and got me coffee, really?”
“Yes, silly girl.” I reached for the cup on the nightstand and handed it to her.
She cradled the cup in her hands, sniffing the tiny opening on the white lid. “It smells heavenly. Thank you, Kayden.”
“We have a long drive ahead, and I thought you’d want one before we left.”
“Fuck.”
“What?” I asked.
“I’m so nervous to meet your parents. What if they don’t like me?”
“They will adore you. My mom already thinks you’re the best thing to happen to me,” I told her.
“You’ve talked to your mom about me?” Her eyebrows rose.
“Yes, I couldn’t wait to tell her about you. She was impressed you’re a librarian. I told her everything.”
“Everything?” Her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.
“She’s my best friend, and I share the good and the bad with her,” I told her with a laugh.
“Oh my God, you didn’t tell her about our sex life, did you?”
“Not all the details, but she knows if you’re with me that you have a freaky side.”
“Fuck. How can I look her in the eyes now?” she asked, covering her eyes.
“My mom’s the least judgmental person I know, and she loves you already. Don’t worry so much, Sophia. Not many women I’ve dated have actually met my mom. You’re only the third, and one was my ex-wife.”
She shook her head, not believing my words. I couldn’t wait for her to meet my mom. I rarely introduced women to her. She worried enough without meeting the menagerie of women that strolled through my life. They weren’t the type to bring home and introduce to the parents but the type to fuck and leave.
“Want to grab breakfast and sunbathe before we go?” I asked.
“Yes, as long as your parents don’t mind us showing up later.”
“Nah, we’ll meet them at the club later. I’ll text my mom and let her know.”
Sophia grabbed some things from her bag and changed in the other room. I couldn’t wait to see her in a swimsuit. She always covered her body. The bathroom door opened slowly.
“You ready?” she asked.
“I’m dying here. Come out.”
A leg emerged from the open doorway, but I couldn’t see the rest of her.
“Sophia, lemme see already.”
“You’re not going to be happy,” she said, hidden from view.
She hopped from the doorway into the room, throwing her arms in the air playfully.
