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I have an uncomfortable sense ofdéjà vulinked to the iconic scene fromWhen Harry Met Sally,and I bite my lip harder to suppress my need to interject the comeback from the movie. I stand there and breathe deeply, mentally commanding my happy dick to calm the fuck down. It’s raring to go at the lewd words that now entail hair-pulling, restraints, and role-playing. I give my cock a swift tug over my shorts and readjust myself, waiting to return to my normal state before making myself known.
Still, my wicked mind is already strategizing how I could tempt him into receiving a deep-throat blowjob; yeah, I upped my game to please him, although it doesn’t happen often enough. It’ll be his reward after this afternoon’s snorkeling excursion to Trois-Îlets; I’m sure he’ll overcome his apprehension of being underwater. Thank God, his drowning experience didn’t affect his surfing! But he recently confessed to a fear of being underwater for a prolonged time. Hence, we booked a snorkeling trip as a remedy, and I’ll be holding his hand the whole time if needed.
I’ve got him, always… just like he’s got me. Our instant connection evolved into a scalding attraction that transcended our fears. Our kinks are just an added bonus! I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sighing, I focus on the now.
What the hell is happening on the patio?
I grumble inwardly, then notice my mom’s soft giggle. “You nailed it!”What is she saying?“You sure you want to wait for Nino before giving thepain au beurrea try?” I don’t hear his reply. “Do you care for morechocolat épaissior coffee maybe?”
“Sure.” Ash’s approval is followed by the sound of coffee being poured. “Thank you, Melissa!”
Yeah, yeah, they’ve been like two peas in a pod ever since our first video chat.
Unable to resist any longer now that my erection has subsided, I awkwardly approach, humming the folk song playing on the Bluetooth speakers to give me time to recover.
“What’s up with you people?” Ash’s back is to me, and my mom’s wearing a poker face. I sit to his left at the small oval table covered in a Madras tablecloth—a mix of orange, blue, and yellow—that doesn’t match my more subdued long Madras shorts I always wear when I’m back here.
“Oh, come on! Speak up, you two…” Without waiting for an answer, I take a sideway glance at my boyfriend. The traitor doesn’t show any remorse, and here I thought I’d helped him to be more open about his emotions. If I hadn’t eavesdropped, I would’ve genuinely believed that their interests lie in the breakfast menu, that is until they exchange a long look, betraying their lack of innocence. “I’m happy that my mom’s now part of ourgemeinschaft,timal, but why are y’all being so secretive all of a sudden?”
“Gemeinschaft?”
“Is that how you want to play it,Manman?” I retrieve my Leatherman from my pocket, cut thick slices of thepain au beurreunder her disapproving eye, and dip it in the hot chocolate. I dismiss the actual knife she extends in my direction. It’ll wordlessly give her a piece of my mind.
My quizzical gaze captures Ash’s once he’s done reaching for the guava juice and pouring some for my mom. Needless to say that my tone and actions prompt his unnecessary explanation… a word that he used when I first crashed at his place as a long-distance friend. Back then, we agreed to form a fellowship… of two and without a magic ring involved.
Thoughtful, I chew on my food. An exaggerated moan escapes my lips that I lick suggestively; I don’t miss how Ash’s eyes darken as they zoom in on them. I smirk at him, ignoring my mom. My lover’s blond wavy hair falls into his tanned face when he shakes his head, amused, then grins at one of my HIMYM T-shirts—the one that he wore when he pleaded his case on Garcia’s doorstep.
Finally, sweetheart! Took you long enough to notice…
Once upon a time, I slept in these T-shirts. Lately, I’m naked, so they’ve become part of this trip’s uniform because Ash wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to meetmymother when we packed.
I’m well-aware that I’m just being grumpy on the outside. Their little game tickles my insides with glee and pride. After all, they only met in person four days ago and clicked as if they’ve known each other forever. Same went for the rest of her side of the family in Le Lamentin. They listened to Ash’s babbling and answered his nonstop questions about the island, drove us to a famous distillery to celebrate our belated birthdays, and cooked traditional dishes on Christmas Eve on Friday.
Still, I have to know what’s going on here…
Am I actually sulking?
“You’re cute when you get riled up…” Ash teases.
Yes, he has the nerve to mock me!
That’s when he points at a stack of printed sheets of paper. Ash bursts out laughing and my mom follows. He eventually composes himself and pats my back. “You heard that, didn’t you?”
“How could I not? You shared your happy… moments with the whole neighborhood!” My pale eyes scrutinize his blues, searching for clues as to what this is all about. “Why were you mimicking Sally Albright anyway?”
My mom snorts at the infamousWhen Harry Met Sallyreference.
“Or rather reading your mom’s latest draft!” My brow spikes, but my brain can’t process this information. “I’m no professional narrator.” He shrugs. “And I suck.”
Yup, that you do! But you’re gifted when it comes to sucking and babbling!
I shut up and witness my mom high-fiving my boyfriend. “You rocked it! You made it sound so real.”
Riiight!
Eventually, my mind puts the pieces together. My heart skips a beat. “Hold on a minute! Those wereyourwords?” I turn to my mom, then to Ash; his cheeks redden.
