“I’m pushed through the mattress every night, Fohr.”
“You’re right, sweet baby. Maybe the floorboards tonight. You deserve it.”
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Fohr put the mirror down and replaced it with my right leg. He pulled me closer and pursed his lips. I gave his body and heart exactly what they were craving.
“I will see you at six?”
“Yes.” I nodded, separating our lips and reclaiming my tongue.
“Dinner will be delivered by 5:55. I’ll handle the plating. Just be ready to sit down with wine in hand.”
We’d ordered dinner to the door three times in total. Though it wasn’t often, it was a nice break from the kitchen stove.
“Are you trying to get me tipsy, Fohr?”
“Admittedly, you suck it better after that red juice you love to drink.”
Taken aback, I pulled in a large bubble of air. “Excuse me?”
His head fell back in laughter. “Just being honest, love.”
“Well– we–” I stuttered, at a total loss of words. “Well, whatever. And it’s not juice.”
“Yes the fuck it is.” He chuckled. “And I love that for you. Wine is cute. Modest. Classic. Sophisticated. It suits you.”
“It’s a nice buzz and that’s all I need.”
“It is. So, stop pouting and go get ready. It’s almost four. You’ll need the entire two plus hours slow poke.”
“What’s the point in rushing?”
“There is no point, baby, especially when neither of us have anywhere to be.”
I left Fohr with a final peck on the lips and headed upstairs. He was right. It would take the entire two and a half hours for me to get ready to meet him at the dinner table. Half of that time would be spent on the phone with Ko.
I unlocked the cellphone when I made it upstairs to my temporary room. I noticed a few messages from our family group chat and a missed FaceTime call. The messages was myfirst stop. The green Join button in the top right corner revealed they were still on a call. I tapped it and was immediately connected with the entire family, including my mother and father.
“Kit!” My father exclaimed when I joined the call.
“Hey baby,” my mother greeted me. “We were just talking about you.”
“And how you’re in love with dad’s favorite baseball player,” Ko revealed.
“You think you can get him to sign a sheet of paper or something for me, baby?”
“I can do that, Dad.”
“Thanks.”
“So, does he have a brother?”
“Kitana!” My mother scolded.
“Seriously. She’s asking for a friend,” Kiori added.
“She’s asking for a sister,” Khaleesi corrected.
“I’m asking for myself,” Kitana said, setting the record straight.
