What question?
My neck hurt from how stiffly I looked from Helena to Zolt and back.
“Is it Nora?” Imre asked with a curled lip, pausing the film. He’d always been a stickler for actually watching the film. No interruptions.
“No, it’s not Nora,” Zolt laughed, and his smile remained.
We avoided eye contact.
“Do you know who it is, Fia? Do you work together?” his mother pressed.
“I have my suspicions,” I managed to say, and nearly high-fived my pizza with how proud I was. I managed to sound as cool as the cucumbers that were hopefully growing outside.
Helena scowled. “I want to meet her. Especially if you’re as serious about her as you say.”
“In time,” Zolt said and pressed his knee further into me.
But I was up. I couldn’t do this.
“I’ve got bad cramps,” I blurted as if I were confident enough to announce such a thing.“Think I’m going to head to bed. Zolt, we need an early morning to go through those remaining questions.”
He nodded, looking down at the leftover pizza I handed him. I had no doubts he’d polish my slice off.
That had been the plan,right?Early night.
But as I got to the top of the stairs, I heard Helena squeal in excitement and the film resumed.
Twenty minutes later, when I was tucked up in bed, scrolling on my phone, it sounded like the whole house had gone to bed, but the film music carried up the landing.
ZOLTÁN: Are you okay? Was the pizza not good?
FIA: It was good. I just couldn’t be there anymore.
ZOLTÁN: Imre’s still downstairs, watching another. Shall I get you a glass of water? It would be a good excuse to come and cuddle you.
That was a risk I didn’t know I could take.
FIA: I’m okay. Are they really going to be gone tomorrow? If not, I’m going to book a flight home.
I swiped off onto Google to get the flights up, but his reply was so fast, I didn’t even write down the airport name.
ZOLTÁN: They’ll be gone. How was your day? Vincent is definitely a mummy’s boy now.
I laughed, swiping through the pictures on my phone and sent him the one of me with my tomato plant.
ZOLTÁN: Fuck. You can’t do that to me.
FIA: They’ll be ready in a couple of weeks. I can’t wait to tastethem!
ZOLTÁN:Let me taste you.
I threw my head into the pillow to hide my excited, embarrassed woo-girl giggle. He managed to make every little thing about wanting me.
ZOLTÁN: Look what you do to me.
And then a picture came through. It was dark and grainy. In his guest bed, his thick, muscular thighs lay before him, but the focus was his cock and his large hand wrapped around it.
I was salivating.And wet.
