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I grin, the sudden urge to kiss him and tell him I love him overwhelms me. The words refuse to leave my mouth, so I lean over to let my lips talk for me. Does Gabe feel the atmospheric change around us too? Pulling away from our kiss, I gaze at him. Everything seems to be falling into place for me. I couldn't complain about my life in this exact moment even if I wanted to do so.
“We haven't taken our bath yet, you know,” I say.
Gabe smiles, wordlessly stands as he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He booked a bigger room for just this reason. The white tub is large and round, inviting two people to relax inside. While Gabe turns on the water, allowing it to run over his fingers as he tests the temperature, I grab my bottle from the sink. The tub starts filling with hot water once Gabe is satisfied. I pour in a bunch of the bubble bath liquid. Steam rises from the tub, and I wonder
if it will be too hot.
When it's halfway full, Gabe stands upright and pulls his shirt off. My eyes travel over his torso, the black chest hair standing out against his tan skin. Not to mention the line of hair that disappears beneath his pajama pants. I lick my lips intentionally, and Gabe laughs, a wide grin showing off his teeth.
“Now, Gabe, how am I supposed to get naked and get in a tub with you when you're laughing at me?”
The jerk has the nerve to laugh harder. “I'm sorry,” he lies once his laughter dies down. Gabe steps over to me, lifting his hand to run his thumb over my lower lip. “The way you looked when you ran your tongue over these? You just seemed so turned on with a little skin showing and,” he starts to chuckle, “I found it funny.”
I playfully push him away and turn off the water before the tub gets too full. “You're a jackass.” Trying my best to not look at him, I quickly undress, slowly stepping into our bubble bath. The water is like two degrees away from being too hot. Once I've lowered myself completely, I bring my knees to my chest and finally look at Gabe.
Mmm. He's completely undressed now. I could look at his body all day. Unfortunately for me, he steps in behind me. With his legs on either side of me, he pulls me backwards to rest against his chest. The quiet around us reminds me that we don't have any music.
“We forgot the music,” I tell him as he kisses the top of my shoulder.
“We don't need it, do we?”
“No.” And we don't. We can sit here in total silence.
Gabe tucks my hair behind my ears, so he can kiss my neck. With his lips against my skin, he murmurs, “Are we taking a relaxing bubble bath?”
His lets his fingers drum from my knees down my thighs. We've had sex three times since yesterday already. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me or why I answer the way I do.
“Yes, we are.”
Gabe lays his hands over my stomach, not even going to try to change my mind. Like the last time, I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. As we soak, I soon get lost in my thoughts. This weekend seems too perfect. I'm here with Gabe, we went to the art museum, and I found my passion. What will my parents think of this? They weren't happy with a language degree, so I doubt they'll be happy with an art degree. Will this world as I'm currently experiencing it crash around me when I get back home?
It's not like I can completely go against my parents. Not right now anyway. I'm one hundred percent dependent on their money. If they wanted, they could force me into making a decision that they want just so they will keep paying for everything. Maybe I should go get a job and start saving money because I have a feeling that that day will come before I finish college. And with Thanksgiving coming up, I really hope my parents will find something else to do so I can stay here instead.
“What are you thinking about?” Gabe's voice interrupts my thoughts.
“A little bit of everything. You?”
“I was wondering about something important.”
“And that would be?” I question, noticing that the water is slowly starting to chill, and the bubbles are disappearing one by one.
“If you're willing, I'd like for you to officially meet my mother. You didn't seem excited about going home for Thanksgiving, so you could have dinner with us. If you want.”
My stomach drops. I open my eyes and sit up, focusing my attention on my knees. Is he fucking crazy? Knowing I need to say something, I try to sound calm. “You want me to meet your mother at Thanksgiving when your entire family will be present?” Then what it means for him to ask hits me. “You want me to meet your mother?” I repeat with a small smile to celebrate Gabe's question as I turn around to face him, my knees still tucked against my chest.
“Yes, I do,” he answers with a grin of his own.
Gabe wants his mother to meet me because he likes me that much. He's ready to show them what he sees in me, and he's confident that they'll see it too. But the fact that his whole family will be there slams into me, slapping away any previous good feelings. His father doesn't approve, and neither did his mother from our brief encounter. That will be amplified, I'm sure, with everyone else there. I want them to like me so much. My gut tells me it's a bad idea. A really, gigantic, fucking bad idea.
“I don't know, Gabe,” I say quietly with loads of apprehension tucked into the words. “You want them to like me and I want that too, I do. Do you honestly think that's possible though? Based on their reactions to me so far. Not to mention that you want to do this on a damn holiday. I don't want to be the reason your family has a less than happy Thanksgiving.”
He reaches out, takes my hand and holds it up, intertwining our fingers. “Ryan, it will happen. Maybe not right away, but they are going to love you. Gramps will be there and he definitely loves you. You'll for sure have Gramps, Owen, and me on your side. I want you to go, Ryan. If you rather not or rather wait until a different time, just tell me. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
That's not going to happen no matter what. His parents are scary as hell. None of that really matters. At least, I hope not. Gabe wants to take me on this next step for him, and I can't say no.
“Are you sure you want this?” I need him to say it out loud one more time.
“I'm absolutely sure.”
