“Don’t act like you’re not perfectly aware of what you’re doing to me, Coleman.”
I’m not good at hiding a smirk. “You can’t even watch a movie without having me?”
“Can you?” she retorts, pressing her calf harder onto my crotch, where my dick has been hard for a while.
A broad smile stretches my lips as I yank one of her legs on the other side of me and lean in to cover her body with mine.
“You taste like candy,” I say after an urgent kiss. I’ve never liked sugary treats, but I love it on her tongue, so I try again. Needy, she slips a slender hand under the elastic of my sweatpants, wrapping her fingers around my hardened length.
“Fuck, your hand is cold.”
“And you’re so hard already,” she whispers, licking my upper lip. I groan and thrust into her palm.
Clearly, we’re still far from having satiated all our wants and needs for one another, and although we’re actively working on it, we still have some way to go.
I’m pulling down the zipper of the hoodie when her phone vibrates next to us. Whoever’s calling will have to try again later. Andrea tenses under me as I lay passionate smooches over her exposed breasts.
“Lex, wait,” she worriedly says. “Kate knows I’m spending the weekend with you. She wouldn’t call unless it’s life or death,” she explains.
I move away from her as she straightens up and takes the call. “Hi, babe. What’s going on?” she asks. I’m close enough to hear her friend’s response, but it’s incomprehensible gibberish. “Wow, slow down, Kate. Tell me what’s happening.”
Andrea sits straight on the couch, visibly anxious, and I rest a comforting hand on her thigh. I stay right there as she talks to her friend, understanding that whatever is going on is very serious.
“I’m going to kill that fucking Italian prick,” she mutters into the phone at some point. “You stay home, I’ll be there in a few hours.”
What? Is our weekend together coming to an abrupt end?
After a few more reassuring words, Andrea hangs up.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Her ex has a sex tape of them, and he’sthreatening to leak it,” she explains, fidgeting with her phone. “I’m sorry, I can’t leave her alone in this situation.”
As much as I dislike what that means, I can’t put my needs and desires before hers and her friend’s. “I understand. I’ll drive you to your place.”
She gives me a sheepish smile and hugs me tightly. “My God, you’re so perfect,” she mumbles as my arms envelop her, half her face plastered against my chest. “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m sure you will. I was rather enjoying the moment.”
“You mean the movie?”
“I don’t. But I enjoyed the movie too,” I playfully retort before giving her a quick peck. “Now go get ready. You have a friend to rescue.”
After one last look full of apologies, she disappears into the corridor. I tell myself that her friend needs her more than I do. And I know Andrea wouldn’t be able to enjoy the rest of the weekend if I don’t let her go.
We’ll have more time together. Plenty of it.
Chapter 35
Kate lives in a small suburban house in the neighborhood we grew up in. As I drive through the familiar streets, I realize how much I missed it. In a little over two months since my move to Seattle, I haven’t been back here. I talk a lot with my parents, abuela, and Kate, but it’s not the same.
I park in her lane, behind her powder blue Mini Cooper, and quickly exit my old Ford before taking my bag from the trunk and locking the car. The few steps to the patio are quickly ascended, and the door swings open as I’m about to knock.
Kate stands behind it in pink pajama shorts and a flimsy white top, with red and puffy eyes. We instantly fall into each other’s arms. A series of sobs overwhelm her as I hold her tightly in my comforting embrace. We stay like this for a while as I whisper reassuring words in her ear.
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you, babe. I swear, he won’t get away with this. I’ll take care of it.”
Little by little, her breathing returns to normal. When I sense she’s well enough, I let go of her after one last squeeze. We move inside, and she locks the door behind us.
