Mom palms her face. “What do you need, honey?”
Kami’s surprised at the touch. “A shower would be great.” She looks around. “I didn’t bring any clothes except for what I’m currently wearing.”
She scowls down at her pajamas, scrunching her nose adorably. The action makes me want to carry her over my shoulder and stick her in that shower myself.
“You can borrow my clothes,” I say without hesitation. Our clothes now, really. Whatever is mine, is hers.
Mom shakes her head. “How about I lend you some sweatpants, and Cam can give you one of his shirts.”
Kami’s chest is on the bigger side, making my shirts fit her perfectly. Meanwhile, Mom and her have larger hips and thighs. It makes sense that she would offer them, but I catch a flash of doubt across Kamila’s face before she smiles again.
“That sounds perfect.”
“Great.” Mom leads Kami downstairs telling her all about the newly refurbished basement that used to be a game room turned into a guest room with its own bath. It’s practically a large hotel suite.
Yeah, she still likes Kamila. Otherwise, she’d have given her the extra fold out bed in Dad’s office upstairs.
“Feel like catching us up, Son?” Dad squeezes my shoulder harshly, making me groan, and drags me into the living room.
Ethan laughs maniacally.
“Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” I wince at his strength.
“Nope. Now speak.”
A while later,I’m knocking on the basement door with one of my shirts in hand. I would’ve given this to Kamila earlier if it wasn’t for my parents sitting me down and asking me a shit load of questions about everything and anything they could think of.
Ethan sat back watching the show, thoroughly entertained and kept mumbling, “I told you so,” whenever my parents raised their voices at me.
Of course, I fessed up to everything and I do meaneverything. Not that they gave me much of a choice. It was either telling them the whole story and getting it over with or spending another hour being grilled before seeing Kamila.
They were both stunned at how little they knew about what had happened over the years, but managed to keep most of their opinions to themselves. My father more so than my mother.
Mom gave me a hard time for everything that happened. I believe she not so secretly, like Ethan, had hoped Kami and I would get together one day.
Both of my parents were gracious enough to let me know that Kamila could stay as long as she wanted. If it were up to me, I’d have her stay the rest of winter break. Not here though, no. I would book us a hotel suite, order room service, buy a bottle of something fancy, and get a little tipsy until we finallyreallykissed again. That could lead to us going to third base and then finally after what seems like forever, we could…shit. For the first time in my life, I thought up a whole romantic scene in order to picture myself having sex with a girl.
I miss sex.
Scratch that, I miss sex with Kamila.
I’m jolted out of my thoughts when Kami opens the door in nothing but a towel that’s barely covering her upper thigh area.
I already have a semi, for fucks sake.
“Hey, is that the shirt?” She smiles nervously.
“Um. Hi. Yeah, yes, it is,” I stumble over my words like a horny teenage boy.
Kami laughs. “Okay.” She stares at me for a moment with an almost blank expression. “May I have it, please?”
Jesus, get yourself together, dude.
“Yeah, sorry, here.” She takes the shirt. “By the way, we’re having a movie night if you want to join in. We usually do?—”
“Three movies,” Kami interrupts. “You told me about it in high school.” She tucks a strand of her freshly washed black hair behind her ear.
Of course, she remembers. I nod and silence falls around us a second time. There’s no little devil on my shoulder telling me what to do or giving me a slight push. Then again, he hasn’t been around for a while now.
