My heart swells as I gaze up at her flushed face. “Boyfriend.”
She gives me a look. “Shh, you.”
“She wasn’t flirting either,” I say with a grin. “She was threatening my life.”
Ambrosia glares. “Tía! Be nice.”
Naylia only shrugs as she gets up, and I notice my parents have entered the small kitchen. A tense silence descends on us as I drink Ambrosia in. She’s glaring at her aunt, but Naylia isn’t the least bit affected by her ornery niece. She cuddles Ambrosia close to her and kisses her cheek. She whispers something in Spanish, reminding me to download the Duolingo app.
Before I can, though, my dad announces, “We’re all done.”
“Go well?” I ask Ambrosia, and she nods without looking at me.
“Great.”
“Awesome,” I say as I unfold myself from the chair.
“Are you riding with us, honey?” Mom asks, and I look at Ambrosia. She meets my gaze, and I smile when she doesn’t say hell no or get out.
“Nope. I think I’ll stay.”
Everyone looks at Ambrosia then, and her flush deepens. Her mom stands next and says, “Oh, good thing I made rice. You have snacks? You’re good, yes?”
Ambrosia nods slowly. “Yeah, Mom. We’re fine. You fed him like ten times.”
I nod. “I’m full.”
Of everything but Ambrosia.
She side-eyes me, and I wonder if I said that out loud. Naylia looks at Ambrosia then touches her nose. “The drawer.”
Ambrosia squeaks like one of those dog toys before turning beet red and then speaking very firmly and quickly in Spanish.Her mom laughs as Naylia only shrugs and says something back in just as firm a tone.
Meanwhile, my parents and I are wishing there were subtitles.
Her mom smiles then, smacking her hands. “Good. I’ll see you later, then? We’ll walk out with Jayden and Baylor.”
I don’t miss the warning look Naylia sends me—or the one my dad does—before they finally leave me alone with Ambrosia. We have a solid ten feet between us, her leaning against the counter as I stand in front of the table. Our eyes don’t part as we listen to our parents and her aunt get their things. When the door clicks shut, I stand a bit taller and let out a long sigh.
I’m in Ambrosia’s apartment.
Alone.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and then flash her a smile. She tries to hold back her own, but she can’t. I hook a thumb toward where they left. “What got you all pissy with her?”
Her face flushes again before she waves me off. “Oh, nothing. She just knows no boundaries.” She rolls her eyes. “What else did they say to you?”
“Besides the threat of how Naylia can kill someone ten times her size?” Ambrosia snorts, shaking her head. She leans back on the counter with her hands, pushing her breasts toward me in the most delectable way. The way she is standing, her skirt is tight along her thighs, the ruffles playing against her skin the way I want to.
With my mouth.
I don’t allow myself to move.
Ignoring my stiff cock, I somehow get out, “Nothing, really. Your mom said your dad liked me a lot. I knew that, but it was nice to hear.”
Her eyes widen before she stands a bit taller. “You knew my dad?”
I nod. “Yeah. He coached me at Rink & Riffs.”
