Love. One word. A million emotions. Did I love Mia Weston? I couldn’t answer the question without my heart pounding out of my chest. I knew I wanted her more than just a fuck buddy or a once in a time lay. I knew I liked listening to her laugh and watching her do her homework every night, but was that love? When you enjoyed someone else’s company?
I thought about it all afternoon and throughout my classes. I could feel butter-fucking-flies in my belly when I saw her during lunch, and I knew I was ready to take this to a whole new level; a level that not even I understood. I was not boyfriend material by any means.
I didn’t do flowers and chocolates. I didn’t do dances and I most definitely didn’t do any of those mushy holidays. That was until she came along; she had me changing all the rules now.
I walked into the house we shared together. Our parents would be coming home tomorrow, and I knew a decision needed to be made. Otherwise we would have to pretend like nothing ever happened and there was no fucking way I could handle that. I needed to find a way to do this, to show her that things had changed.
Dinner? I threw my pack back over in the corner of the foyer and headed toward the kitchen. I scoured the fridge from top to bottom and then the pantry, still drawing a blank on what to make.
Pulling out my phone, I called Nick and he answered on the first ring. “What do you need, man?”
“Thank God you answered. If you were doing dinner for a girl, what the hell would you make?” I was outside my element and maybe a little bit scared.
Nick cleared his throat and asked, “What did you just say? I mean I heard what you said, but are you sick or something?” I knew Nick would question me, I was just past caring about that part of it.
“I’m making Mia dinner, and I have no idea what to make could you; at least give me an idea?” I was so aggravated, not only that but Nick was wasting my time each tick of the clock pushing Mia closer to coming home.
“I don’t know, dude. Pinterest. My sister is always talking about it,” Nick groaned into the phone. A light bulb went off in my head. I would check that fucking website. I had heard of it before.
“Thanks, asshole,” I said, hanging up the phone. I went straight to the app store and downloaded the app to my phone, made an account, and then started my search. I came upon chicken alfredo and knew it was exactly what I needed.
I hurried through the kitchen getting all the items I needed together: chicken, sauce, and noodles. Then I cooked the food, only managing to burn myself twice. I was totally not fucking cut out for this shit. I plated the food just as Mia came walking in through the door.
“Hey, babe,” I greeted her setting the two plates on the table. I could tell she was surprised, her eyes lit up, sparkling as she looked at me. The dress she was wearing today made my cock hard, and the skin she was showing had my mind wondering how many other guys tried to come at her today.
“Talon, this is…” The words seemed lost.
“Don’t ask questions, just listen to me please,” I spoke softly, handing her a fork. I wanted this to be perfect and that meant I couldn’t let her jump to conclusions.
“Okay.” She seemed to trusting as she sat down at the table, taking her fork in her hand.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this all day, and I just haven’t been able to.” It was time to man the fuck up. To tell her my feelings and leave them where they settled. If she wanted me, she would have me.
“You really don’t have to say anything…” I interrupted her.
“I do, because I can’t have you thinking that this is a fuck-buddy relationship when it isn’t.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve realized that when you’re around my heart beats out of my fucking chest. My hands sweat, and my belly start’s to hurt, and I don’t know what it is but I want to be close to you. Holding your hand and claiming you as my own.”
“Talon…” Her eyes seemed to water.
“I don’t know what you feel or what happens after I say these next couple of words, but I do know that these feelings are eating away at me. Connecting our bodies only proved how much I truly care about you. It only showed me what I can’t live without. I love you, Mia. I love your laugh, the way your face scrunches when you come, your voice, and how you seem to care with your entire heart. You’re far too fucking innocent and pure for me, and I know I don’t deserve you one bit, but God damnit do I want you,” I confessed.