“Modelo? I ask, walking toward the fridge to grab a beer before returning to the kitchen island. She opens the beer, and I offer the end of my bottle out, and she hits her bottle against mine.
“Why would you think I wouldn’t notice?” she asks.
“I don’t know, Isa, maybe because I don’t know exactly what’s going on here. You ignored me all last year, then the next thing I know, you kissed me while you were drunk. I don’t expect you to remember, but I do. It’s as if something’s there, but I could be misreading this. And I don’t want to walk into that trap again.”
I was tired of us both dancing around the tension. I know she was feeling something; she wouldn’t be here if it were all one-sided.
“This is about the kiss?” she asks defensively.
“So, you do remember.”
“Of course, I remember. I just wasn’t sure what to say after.”
“You could have said anything, Isa. ‘Hey, sorry, Manny, Iwas drunk and accidentally kissed you,” I say, throwing my hands up.
“I didn’t know if it was an accident, Manuel,” she says, her eyes narrowing on me. “Listen, I appreciate you. I’ve no idea what this is, but all I know is that I’ve spent the whole week just waiting to see you, to laugh with you. I can’t explain it, but I want to be around you, and not seeing you this week just made me crazy.”
She clenches her fists in front of her before dropping them. Her words slam into me like a semi, crushing every insecurity and reviving the hope that had been there the same day she kissed me. I move closer just to be near her. She crosses her arms and looks away.
“Me extrañaste?” I whisper and pull her arms down to deconstruct her defenses.
She doesn’t pull away when I grab her hands in mine, but she keeps her head turned to the side, looking away from me.
“Contéstame Isabella. Me extrañaste?”
When she turns to look at me, there’s a fire in her eyes. It pulls me in, and the air between us feels like too much. My lips press into hers, and she kisses me back. I can feel it everywhere, like small electrodes buzzing over my skin.
When she opens her mouth, I deepen the kiss and swirl my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes sweeter than I could have ever imagined. Her body presses into mine, pulling me into her, and my dick hardens as she rubs herself against me. Desperate for more, she sinks into me, her fingers finding their way up my shirt.
“Isa,” I groan, pulling my mouth away from her.
“Take me to your room,” she says, and I don’t question her.
I can’t when my whole body is on fire from the way she’s looking at me. Her eyes are begging me for much more than a kiss. I pick her up and take her to my bedroom. I lay her onthe bed, and we pick up where we left off in the kitchen. Our mouths like two magnets finding each other once again.
Slowly, I pull her dress up higher, and my hands roam her bare ass. My fingers graze the sides of her thong while my tongue explores her mouth, and her breathing picks up when my fingers graze over her pussy. I grab her ass and grind my erection into her center, and she lets out a moan. I lift myself up and stare down at her.
My eyes wander to the top of her breasts that have fallen out of the tube top. God, this woman is beautiful. I wanted to see all of her. Pushing back a loose strand of her hair, I’m prepared to take one of the hardened peaks into my mouth when I hear the chiming of the ring camera.
“What the—” she mumbles.
I put my finger to my lips and mouth Junior before I hear him walking in.
“Niño, are you here? Why’s my mom’s car here?” he says, knocking on the door.
I open it quickly and shut it behind me.
“Hey. It was Desmond. He borrowed your mom’s car to come check out the paint job on La Pepto Bismol. He’s at the neighbors.” I lie.
“Oh. I just came to get my baseball bat. My Tia Lourdes is going to take us to the ball park.”
He walks to his room in the far back, and I quickly throw away Isa’s half-eaten taco and place the remaining two in a sheet of foil.
“Here, take these, then,” I say when Junior returns with his bat and mitt.
“Thanks, Nino, I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Bye, mijo,” I say behind the shut door and watch until Lourdes’ car is moving.
