Four years later
“Do you have everything you need? Your tablet?”
“Oh, crap!” Nael races up and down the stairs at record speed. “We’re good to go!”
He plops down on the back seat with impact and Dayyan starts the engine.
Here we go. Firas and Nael are moving out. The two of them are starting university in Karlsruhe and are really excited. They’re moving into Louis’s apartment, which has been empty since David and he came back, and are looking forward to student life in a big city.
I still can’t believe we managed to get them both through high school, and with good grades at that. On exam days, Dayyan and I were more nervous than the boys themselves.
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“Listen,” Dayyan whispers when we get home at 10 p.m.. I strain to hear the sound he might be referring to, but there is nothing.
I shrug my shoulders in confusion, which makes my husband laugh. Loud and free, and I love it when he laughs like that. He gently nestles up against my back and wraps his arms around my waist. “Listen!”
“I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly! We have the whole house to ourselves. All day, all night, all week.”
Oh, that sounds tempting. “And what do you think we could do with that time?”
Dayyan presses his hips firmly against my ass, I feel his hard cock in my crack, and fuck, I like that plan.
Slowly, his hand wanders down, and grabs hold of my cock. My phone vibrates, but I’m more than willing to ignore the interruption and watch as Dayyan unzips my pants.
But the vibration doesn't stop. “Answer it, it might be important.”
Reluctantly, I reach for my phone and see my brother’s name. Everything is fine, I’m sure of it. And yet, for a moment, my heart sinks.
“Luca, what...”
“Are you naked?” I’m rarely speechless. Right now, at this moment, he’s done it again.
“Excuse me?”
“I know you’re alone. If I were you, I’d be so naked.”
“Why are you calling if you’re sure we’re naked?”
One could answer the question, but my little brother thinks that’s unnecessary. “Have you opened the letter yet?”
Dayyan frowns in confusion. “What letter?”
“Well, this letter!”
At that moment, the mailbox slot rattles and we find a blue envelope with orange-red butterflies on the floor. “What is that?”
“Can you hear me rolling my eyes? Open it!”
In the background, I hear a smoky voice. “What’s he doing? He’s not usually so slow on the uptake.”
Dayyan looks at me questioningly. “Is that Valérie?”
“Ah, cool, you’re here!”
“Of course! Congratulations, you two.”
