“Maya, I’ve always felt the same way. Ever since that night you kissed me years ago…”
“Kissed you? I had never kissed you until the night in your parents’ kitchen?” The look of confusion marred her pretty expression. So she didn’t remember it.
“You did, it was after you went to a club with the girls. I picked you up, and you kissed me before they came outside. You were pretty drunk, though.” Why do I feel so disappointed? I always knew she didn’t recall it.
“Oh my god, Tommy! I do remember… It’s just that the memory was that fuzzy and surreal, I assumed I had dreamt it!”
“It’s in the past now, Maymay. We have more than made up for it,” I wink. My mind goes back to having her spread wide open for me on that desk. Fuck now I’m horny, again. What is she doing to me? I’m dying to know more, but trying hard to not be the pushy bastard I am.
“Anyway, it was before that night. I thought before I spoke to you about it, it was best to give Fallon the heads up,” She trails off, sadness there again as she drops her head resigned. “She flipped. Wouldn’t speak to me for weeks. I promised her I’d stay away. She even made sure I was never around when you came home. I’m so scared, Tommy, I can’t lose her as a friend.”
What.
The ever-loving.
Fuck.
All this time, Fallon is the reason Maya stayed away.
