"Yo," I say casually, then take another pull from the bong.
"You home?"
I cough again, caught off guard by the directness.
"Yeah, qué volá?"
"I'm outside. Let me in?"
She hangs up. I glance at the time. Just after midnight. Fuck.
I pull on a loose black shirt to go with my baggy gym shorts and head to the door. Dad's asleep, so I open it quietly and step outside.
She's standing between my father's car and mine, wearing just a loose tank top and cutoff shorts. My eyes lock on her thighs, mouth watering at the memory of how good she tastes. I want to drop to my knees right there and lick every inch of her.
"Hey," she says, pulling me out of it.
"Well, hi. Just get off work?" I walk over and hug her, shifting to hide the bulge growing in my shorts.
"A while ago. You were supposed to come by tonight. What happened?"
"I got tied up." My eyes flick to Dad's car.
"With who?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. My dad."
"Is he home?"
"Yeah." I purse my lips. She's never met him. I want to keep it that way. To keep her far from this life.
"Raul."
"Yeah?" I step back to take her in. Her face is serious, no joking around tonight.
"What the fuck are we doing?"
Fuck. My heart races.
"What do you mean?" I play dumb.
"Don't try that shit. Raul, we've been sleeping together for a year."
"I know." Short answer.
I care about her more than I want to admit. But this life is messy. My life is messy. I am messy.
I can't commit to her or to anyone at this point of my life. I can barely commit to a set schedule at work because if Dad needs me, I have to come running.
She deserves so much better. She deserves someone she can be proud of. Someone who matches her social status and would vibe well with her family. And I can't promise that. It wouldn't be fair to her to hold her back.
"And?" Her attitude builds.
"And," I step closer, hoping to distract her, "I'm enjoying every fucking second of it."
She gulps.
My mouth ticks up. Got her for now.
