I was just on the verge of falling asleep, when my phone chirped. Groaning about the disturbance, I picked it up to find a message from Danny. It read “
What the fuck did John tell them!?
As I had promised, I showed up at Mia’s house three hours before their friends were scheduled to arrive, and she immediately jumped into the passenger seat before I could even turn off the engine. I drove her to a few stores to get snacks and supplies, since she wanted to prepare some Guacamole herself, and Nora had told her about my proficiency in the kitchen. I just hoped she didn’t tell her about it while presenting her with a specially glazed piece of pastry.
To my great displeasure, the whole time we walked through the store side by side, while she happily chatted away and inquired about my opinion on different ingredients for party snacks, my mind would not stop imagining us as a couple doing their weekly grocery shopping. It did not help that she immediately hooked herself into my arm and used me as a shield whenever some guy looked like he wanted to approach her. To my even greater displeasure, I enjoyed that.
“So ... what kind of Guacamole do you wanna make?” I asked, partly in an attempt to distract myself from how her breasts felt against my arm.
“There are different kinds?”
She turned her face to me as she asked, but did not move away from me, so our faces were disturbingly close. Completely unconsciously, my eyes dropped down from her eyes to her lips, and when they moved back up, there was a satisfied, almost smug half-grin on her face.
“Yeah. There are.” I fought to gather my wits again. “There’s the classic version, a spicy one, creamy, some people like to put bacon in it...”
My voice trailed off as her expression changed upon hearing me mention the word ‘creamy’. That, in turn, made me remember Nora’s words when she put my own cream on the pastries, and the fact that I never inquired about whether or not Mia actually ate one of them. Now she looked at me with a wide grin.
“Creamy. I definitely like the creamy version. If you make it.”
And with that, the minx turned and made us continue walking, leaving me lost for words and desperately trying to figure out if there was an actual insinuation, or if I just imagined it because of what I knew. Just like on my way home the day before, I spent the entire drive pondering how I even got to this point with Mia.
Any doubt I may have had about her intentions was cleared up, however, when we were in the kitchen together. It started with subtle and seemingly innocent touches whenever I passed her something or had to step closer to her to give instructions. But when we were done and I wanted to taste-test our creation, I scooped a little bit of the Guac up with my finger.
Before I had a chance to taste it myself, Mia grabbed my hand, pulled it to her face, and then engulfed my finger with her lips while looking directly into my eyes while slowly sucking it into her warm mouth. I almost shivered as I felt her wet tongue meander around my sensitive fingertip. The sensation caused me to involuntarily swallow while my blood rapidly rushed into my groin.
“So I
Was THAT the reason for her weird behavior during the last few days!? Surely she could not be still hung up on that simple comment I made in the car weeks ago. I was left speechless once again, as I watched her behind sway out of the kitchen, displaying a whole new level of confidence in the way she carried herself. I finally reached the conclusion that it would be better for me if her affectionate demeanor was actually nothing more than her attempt to get a rise out of me, and joined Jack on the couch.
The ‘Party’ was interesting. It was like a tamer version of what I had imagined high school parties to be like after seeing them in movies. Maybe fifteen to twenty people showed up, mainly girls from the cheer team and their boyfriends who, incidentally, were also Jack’s friends.
There was music, but barely anyone was dancing. Instead, most people had gathered in the kitchen and were eating pizza while talking and laughing. After learning that Nora and George would be out of the house for this party, I had expected it to be a lot ... wilder. But since I still got push notifications for every mobile device appearing on the premises, I was kinda glad they didn’t invite any more people.
I noticed two things in the makeup, though. First, Ava had apparently not been invited. And second, including me, there was an equal amount of men and women in the house.
