Tiny Tim полностью

“I was planning on a little payback, actually. I never came so hard in my life, Tim. And you didn’t stop. You just kept me going the whole time. Normally, when you do that to a man, it gets more and more intense, until they can’t bear it anymore. Just like for me. But I decided to have mercy on you. I didn’t want to really hurt you.”

“Really?” I asked in wonder.

“Yeah. It’s called ‘post orgasm torture’. Look it up.” she smiled happily. A sight that should NOT accompany the word ‘torture’. “So ... where’s Ava and your Mom?”

“Uh ... I think Ava is in her room, and the mother is visiting her brother. No idea when she’ll be back.”

“Thank god! Then only Ava heard us.” she giggled, but then turned serious disturbingly quickly. “Alright! Truth or Dare?”

“What?” I laughed at her sudden change of topic.

“You said we’d continue the Dare ... with slight alterations. We finished the Dare. Now we continue the game. So, choose. Truth or Dare.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ve got another Dare in me for a few minutes, so Truth.”

“Did you have sex with my mother?”

Her face was perfectly neutral. There was absolutely no emotion to be found anywhere. After I quickly suppressed the early onset of a minor panic attack, and my brain started working again, I remembered Nora’s textmessage.

“Yes.” I reluctantly said. To my great surprise, Mia simply stared at me expectantly. “Uh ... Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” she grinned. I calmed down significantly.

“How’d you know?”

“Mom and I talk about everything. And I mean everything!”

“Oh shit!”

“No, that would’ve become relevant if you’d tried lying to me.” she laughed.

“How long have you known!?”

“She told me last Monday, after we got you home.” She shrugged her shoulders, like it was no big deal. “After she heard our discussion in the hospital, she understood that I was serious about you. So, she wanted me to know beforehand, instead of it coming out accidentally when we are an official couple and the reveal screws things up. And before you ask, no, she didn’t even offer me one of your special glaze pastries. They kept them all to themselves. She just wanted to see your ... reaction.”

“Well ... okay. So it’s safe to assume you’re not going to kill me for it?” I asked very carefully.

“No. I can understand why you’re reluctant to get into a relationship again. And, while I will stake my claim on you, as long as we’re not official or exclusive, I won’t make a drama of it. And, anyway, if Dad can have a lover, Mom deserves a good one too!”

I could just blink at her after that. It seemed to amuse her. Finally, we decided to order pizza, not forgetting about Ava, then went back into my bedroom where she cuddled up to me under the covers. There was no more discussion. We simply enjoyed each other’s company while watching our show until we fell asleep.

At that moment, I was pretty sure I could be happy with this girl.

Waking up next to Mia was ... different. When she was awake, she always had that distinct air of dominance around her. She was the Go-Getter type and I couldn’t dispute her having quite a few distinct character traits she shared with her mother in that regard.

But when I watched her sleeping next to me, she was simply cute. She had curled up into my side, in an almost fetal position with one of her hands holding on to my shirt, and her face buried into the side of my chest. When I placed my hand on her curved back, she let out a sleepy, unintelligible mumble in a high girly voice, asking me for five more minutes of sleep. Hearing it, my mouth stretched into a wide smile before I simply watched her sleep for another minute...

I leaned down while suppressing the pained groan to not disturb her too much, kissed the top of her head, and carefully extracted myself from the bed to visit the bathroom. The cane actually was a lot easier to handle than the crutch, though Claire was still right, as it didn’t give me quite as much support as the crutch.

Entering the living room, something felt off. It took me a moment to realize that I had grown accustomed to finding Claire already up and about when I got out of bed, but this morning the whole apartment was quiet. When I checked the guest room, I found Ava in bed. Just Ava. And there also were no sounds coming from their bathroom. It seemed like Claire never made it back from John’s.

A little worried, I grabbed my phone.

“Yes?” I heard Danny’s tired voice.

“Hey, it’s me. Is Mom still with you? She didn’t come home.”

There was a moment of silence before Danny answered, which made me nervous.

“Yes. She’s still here. She needs a little more time.”

“Oh, alright. Then I can stop worrying. Sorry for calling so early.” I apologized, and tried to end the call when I heard Danny call out to me.

“WAIT! Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you were worrying when you noticed that she never made it home.”