Throwing my leg over storm I dismount with ease, placing my hand along her body that’s now damp with sweat.
“You’ll always be my good girl,” I say, reaching her face and throwing my arms over her neck. She snorts in response, and I rub my face along her mane. Releasing my grip, I give her a firm pat on her neck.
Pulling her reigns over her head, I begin to untack her when I hear my mom come runningtowards us.
“Mav', look what came-” She squeals.
I shake my head, looking back over at storm, who’s none the wiser of what’s happening.
My mom reaches me and Jake with a huge smile across her face, waving the letter about in her hands. I give her a look.
“Mama, I’m on my way to the house,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“I know, but I couldn’t wait, y’all were taking too long,” she says, playfully hitting me with the letter the letter.
“Open it-” she ushers, her green eyes beaming wide.
I shake my head again at her, taking the letter from her hand, I tear the seal.
I feel their eyes on me as I scan the letter that’s been handed to me.
“I… I got in-” I start, my eyes wide with excitement. My mom clasps her hands over her mouth and Jake cheeks spread.
“I got into Caltech,” I finish, my right hand brushing my own chin, slightly below my bottom lip.
I hear my mom let out a sob behind her hands.
“I’ve got to tell Mabel!” I say, bringing the letter down to my side, letting out the biggest sigh of relief I probably would ever let out.
****
I watch Mabel sit in her office chair and get a full view of her in daylight. She’s still as outstandingly beautiful as she had been the night before.
Watching her looking at her laptop, I see the crease forming in between her eyebrows. She used to do that when she felt uncomfortable. The realisation sinks in that me sitting in her office is most likely the cause.
Looking back down at the employment papers she handed me; I wonder to myself if taking her brother up on the job offer is a step too far.
Scanning the words on the papers as I fill them out the best that I can before I hear her clear her throat.
“You done?” She asks and I lift my head up to look back in her direction.
“Nearly,” I shrug out. I watch her as she studies me for a moment.
“You’ve lost your accent?” she says, as forward as she ever was.
“I… uhm... yeah, guess I did,” I give her a pained look as I reply.
I look back down at the papers, filling out the last questionsbefore signing and handing it back to her. I try to brush my finger against hers again to feel the electricity, but to no avail as she swipes the documents back without even a moment to linger.
I pout; not realising I even knew how to.
Mabel tidies the documents up by shuffling her hands and tapping them on her desk. I watch her as she scans through them, licking her index finger as she scans the pages.
What I could do to that tongue.
The thought pushes its way to the front of my mind, and I feel my dick growing in my jeans as I watch her.
“Seems to be in order,” she says as I’m snapped back into reality and I offer her a slight nod.
