Chapter12:Sienna

Time always has a way of flying by so fast, one moment we are crying and next laughing. My momma told me it was the way of the universe trying to exist and time was the universe's heart, which is why it beat. "Kids grow up so fast, you need to catch the moment for as long as you can," After says sitting next to me. With all her badass biker vibes she had going on and the hard, thick cord of muscles on her body, she was great with kids. It was a beautiful hot day, so we got Kaleb outside, and with Bull and Storm's help we got our blanket set up and some beers for After. Eventually the rest of the bikers all came to join us and now it was a full on outdoor picnic. Storm, Spade and Snake were manning the grill and Venus and Hannah taking turns to top up drinks for everyone. Killer and Frost were busy since stuff with the other MC wasn't sorted out. I didn't particularly know what was going on since the club didn't see the need to share, but I knew negotiations didn't go well, and Natasha was stuck here for a while longer. She didn't take the news well and after her and I had words about what she told me verses what she told them; we weren't on talking terms. But I knew I wouldn't stay mad at her for long. So After and I have been spending a lot of time together, since she wasn't keen on going out with the Pandemic getting worse. And also since her bedroom was next to mine, so when Kaleb cried she always joined me for his feeding. It was good to have the company. Today, we were playing the waiting game, to find out if Kanla was going to go on full lockdown. "Well, yeah, but isn't that the best part of having kids, is when they get older we can talk to them?" I ask her. "Well, depends on the person. My parents were silent people, and my brother and I were there to be seen and not heard." "Where did you grow up?" "Chicago moved to Connecticut when my dad lost his live on tour. Broke my mother's heart and for years I watched her try to dig a whole deep enough so she could join him, but never worked. Eventually she just decided to fuck the world and took my dad's shot and bang, dead. I was 21 at the time, but my brother was only 16. Got the message while I was in Korea, it was my first official tour as a lieutenant. Got back home, buried her, and left my brother at my Uncle's place. Worse mistake I ever made." "What happened?" Her brown eyes look at me, lost and sad. She turns her head and stares out into the river. "He got shot. He survived, doctors said it was a miracle. So, he turned to God." "What's so bad about turning to God?" I'm confused why this was a bad thing. "I'm a killer, Sienna, it means he let me go." "Oh, that must suck." I rack my brain trying to think of something to say that doesn't comprise me talking about Diamond. After and I had a lot in common. "Well, you have a Club of brothers, so it isn't like you lacking," I tell her with a wink as Spade walks up to us with a plate of burgers. She smiles and drops flat on the blanket, taking a swig of her beer. "Thanks Spade," I say as he hands me the two plates of food. There are sweet potato chips and salad on the side of the burger. I notice since staying at the clubhouse that the bikers weren't a fan of unhealthy food. They ate proper meals and healthy quality food. Which I found odd since the Sin Rider's MC, I recall, ate like hogs and loved their greasy burgers and brown sauces. The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club ran a tight home. They were at times wild, but the men respected the women. And the women returned the favor. They functioned as a team and everyone cleaned and helped with the daily upkeep of their home, because that was what the Clubhouse was, their home. I admired them for that, and their united front. I could see why Killer and Frost chose the biker lifestyle. But I could see Frost missed Liston Hills. She missed her momma and her Papa and brothers. They missed her too, but I knew Uncle Marcus missed Frost much more than the others, because last week when I got my phone back, Uncle Marcus sent me a ton of messages. Most of them were about Kaleb, but there was one where he asked me if she was safe and happy. And that, for him, was a sign of weakness, because he knew keeping Frost distant and cutting off contact with her was for her own good. I told him she was, and I wasn't lying. Frost looked content with her situation, and it helped to have Killer with her. The two left this morning. Since his previous trip three weeks ago, he kept his distance from me. He took Kaleb and greeted me like he was talking to a passerby on the street. But either than a simple hello, he didn't get too close. And parts of me missed his attention. "Have you read up about that dating stuff I told you to read?" I ask After as she sits up taking her plate. We were talking last week and I let slip about my crush on Killer when I was 16. She laughed her ass off for a good 5 minutes before she admitted she slept with Bull one night and he called her by his dead wife's name. After definitely still liked the guy, but she said she put him off after she sent him a slew of messages to tell him where to shove his dick. I showed her all the YouTube videos I used to watch when I was younger about dating, and the two of us spent hours watching all the new dating advice we could soak up. After even went as far as listening to love Affirmations while I was feeding Kaleb. When Frost got back in the evening, I got her involved too. She took it a step further and decided she'll try the 30 day no contact rule with Storm. Since she moved into the CLUBHOUSE, the two were only having sex and it was seldom. Frost admitted it was mostly when they had one too many to drink or they spared together. Storm refused to take it further and make them official, and it drove Frost mad. She never spoke about it often, so when I pried too much Frost shut me down and put all her attention on Kaleb. But After loved talking about other women's shit, (her words, not mine). So she filled me in that the two had too much bad blood. She dumped him for Vincent and then turned to him to get her out of the hole she put herself in. And Frost expected Storm to fall in line. I knew first hand asking a man like Storm to get on the same road as you was trying to move a truck by yourself. Stupid, and a waste of time. But Storm was also partially to blame when he turned to the bottle, which explained why I never caught him with a drink in his hand. He feared getting hurt, I could see it, but I said nothing to that, because I knew Frost and she would eventually hurt him. Not on purpose, but it was in her DNA. She was Marcus Bray's daughter. And if there was one thing my Uncle kept doing along the years, was breaking hearts. After stuffs the burger down in three gulps while I take small bites of mine. "I read the women are from Venus and men from Mars one. But haven't gotten around to the others. I was thinking of trying Audio books, Beggar loves them, she gets to finish one a day." "How is she? I haven't seen her since she got back?" "Funny you mention it, she's on her way this side. She's been spending time with her kid," After tells me and I get excited at the thought of meeting the woman who changed Killer and Frost. Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She's shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches. Jade didn't talk often, but loved to smile unless Spade walked in the room. The guy trained most of the club's prospects and taught the others advance martial arts. I saw him meditating a few mornings on the hill around 4 in the morning. He was disciplined and his body had zero fat on it. He was ripped to a perfection. What was there not to like? It was clear Spade had feelings for her, but she avoided him like a plague. What does Killer's body look like? How far do all those tattoos go? Killer wore loose t-shirts most of the time, and he never walked around in the morning shirtless. It made him mysterious, which spelled Kevin Stone to a tee. But it made me curious about things I knew were off limits to me. "You want another drink?" Jade asks After, who hands her the empty bottle. "Thanks Jadey, are you coming for a swim later? Spade and Knight are going to babysit the kids later, and the rest of us are going to do some water sport," After informs her. I bite my lips because I know she only mentioned Spade not being there on purpose. Which was a lie. I knew Knight and Raven were looking after the kids. She lifts Kaleb up and blows raspberries on his neck. He makes noises as he sucks his hand. "Yeah, count me in. THE party is tomorrow, right?" Jade queries. "Depends, if we got lockdown or not, still waiting to hear. This shit is going to suck balls, if we close the Club," Bull says as he walks closer to us. After stuffs her face again, and it makes me smile as I lift my own plate. For a bad biker, she is shy around this man. It is kind of cute, and the prospect of playing matchmaker doesn't sound unappealing to me. When I was younger, I was the one who set Dexter Kent and Frost up together. Obviously at the time, I didn't know they would get older, and he would cheat on her. I certainly didn't see it coming when she caught him and almost rolled him over with her car. "We can still party under lockdown, can't we?" Jade asks, playing with Kaleb. "Guess we can make a plan," Bulls answers, taking a swig of his bud. He is wearing a light beige chino pants and white t-shirt. Hard bulky muscles pack his body that the t-shirt stretches around his biceps. There is nothing lean about him. He is purely lethal unless it comes to my boy. "You looking different After," Bull says, and she was looking different since I begged her to wear a short and t-shirt today. It was so darn hot, and I was tired of having to look at leather and denim the whole day. I was wearing a navy blue summer dress I swiped from Frost's cupboard, since I was now sharing it for the foreseeable future. I got myself some underwear at the local mall. "Thank you, you look the same," She answers, earning her a snort from Jade. "You bitches are glitzing in the sun while we burning. You should be ashamed," Frost says as she drops on to the blanket swiping chip from my plate. "Blame Sienna, she started it," Jade winks at me. Killer walks around and my heart kicks a beat when I see him in his jeans. The man has a sexy ass and long legs. They made those blue denims for him. His shirt sits right on the top of his ass, and it's very difficult to lift my eyes to his face. He is wearing shades, so it hides his Orniel blue eyes. His blonde hair is pushed back, but a chunk of it hangs on to his face. He is sweaty, and it just makes him more handsome. His tattooed arms lift as Jade hands Kaleb to him. Killer takes my kid in his one arm and holds Kaleb by his small little leg, as my boy rests his small body on Killer's arm. He looks good with a kid in his arm, too bad it isn't his. I'm not sure who he is looking at since his shades are dark as he stands in front of us. The mysterious Kevin Stone. "He needs to drink, where's the milk?" Killer asks, and I point to the cooler box I brought with my breast milk. He goes to get a bottle of milk and I watch his body bend effortlessly and get the bottle from the cooler box. After whistles, and Frost nudges her, "That's my brother." "He ain't mine, sweetheart," After answers and I roll my eyes. Why can't she be so brave with Bull? Life would be so easy. It's obvious the man likes her to an extent. Killer walks back and sits by my legs, his ass touching my barefoot. I should move it but I don't. "Hey, where's Tash?" Frost asks. "She's with Beggar and Zero, they coming a bit later," Bull answers. She offered to go with Zero this morning to do a shop run and stock up on supplies. I knew she just wanted to avoid me. It hurt, but I knew we would talk again soon. I watch Killer as he silently sits with Kaleb feeding him. "If you up for it, Frost will give you her bike, and we can go for a ride?" Killer says and for a moment everyone around our small group stops talking and all eyes are on me. "Me?" I clarify hesitantly. "Yes, Sienna, you," He says, but it almost feels like his simple answer is loaded with much more than just an answer. "And Kaleb?" I question. "I'm sure he'll prefer bonding with his aunt," Frost says. "You mean Aunties, Beggar and Zero are inside," Natasha's voice comes behind me and I didn't even know she was there. I look at Killer and his mouth gets thin. "Don't Sienna, get that shit out of your head," He quips and I close my mouth. "I think it is a great idea, when last did you ride?" Natasha says coming to sit next to Killer on the blanket. "It has been a while," I say. "We'll head out in the next 30 minutes, eat up." Killer gets back to feeding Kaleb and Natasha play with Kaleb's fingers. They would make beautiful babies, and I know I shouldn't feel angry about it, but I do. I really fucking do, and I blame Gabriel DeMarco. "Can I take him when he's done eating," Natasha asks, and Killer lifts his head. "No." Natasha's eyes go big and she purses her lips. Frost chuckles as After asks Bull for another beer. We talk about what we were going to do if our State went on lockdown. Frost suggested, binge watching Supernatural. Bull said he was going to focus on learning how to cook since he sucked. Jade wanted to learn how to shoot a bow. Killer said nothing. He was content to just listen. "And you, Tash?" Frost asks. The sun is blazing today, with note even a kiss of the wind in sight. "I was hoping to go back to Liston Hills and see dad." Her face drops and Frost's face gets a pinched look. "We are trying everything to get that shit sorted, but situations like that don't dissolve overnight," Frost tells her. "You can train with Spade and myself," Killer suggests, and that somehow makes my entire body burn with some unknown emotion. Or better yet, an emotion I know well, but not say. It is crazy how old habits fall into place when the four of us are all together. The only difference is now, I'm not the only one with a tainted past, we are all bit banged up on the inside. And Kevin Stone is no longer the subject of my affections, no he is definitely not that. Her face lifts, and she smiles, "Sounds good," Killer puts the empty bottle down and lifts Kaleb to his chest to break his wind. After is about to tell him to use the towel but I nudge her and she coughs. Kaleb breaks wind and spews on Killer's shirt, wetting his chest with breast milk. He lifts Kaleb up and puts him on the other side. Natasha gets the towel and pats his chest, but his other hand holds her wrist from dabbing him. "Leave it," His voice is cold and After stiffens next to me. "Why must you be a dick all the time," Frost says, as she takes a beer from Bull. Bull passes me a Fanta and I am not sure why I do it, but I shake the thing and open it, so it sprays Killer, Natasha, Jade and Bull. Natasha squeals, laughing and Killer shakes his head getting up with Kaleb who got some cool drink on his legs. Oops. Killer walks with Kaleb to the river and I get up, listening to After and Frost laugh their asses off. I take the towel from Natasha and head to the river, following Killer. "Oh, come on, it was funny, loosen up," I tell him as I bend down and dip the edge of the towel in water. He puts Kaleb's legs in the water and I move closer to him to clean my boy's face. "And what about mine?" Killer asks as he takes his glasses off. His eyes are a dream, and his chiseled face carved from stone. His surname definitely suits him. My mother used to tell, the Stones had stone hearts, and they were hard right until the center. You couldn't break them, you had to chisel your way through and hope they eventually crumbled, or else you were out of luck. "There you go," I hand him the towel. He shakes his head. "I have Kaleb, and you did this, not me," Killer says. And my nerves go from mildly high to exploding in an overflowing fountain of nerves. I lift the towel and wipe the orange liquid off his face. It's intimate for me, and I look at his neck instead of his face, hoping everyone isn't watching us. "Sienna," Killer whispers, like a breath, and I glance up at him, my mouth parts, and just for a moment I convince myself he is just a normal man. We stare at each other and he never blinks, and the moment is intense that I shove the towel in his hand and walk away. Because in reality, Kevin Stone is no normal man, he is born to be a killer, a major part about him I should not forget. "We leaving in 10, get dressed," Killer orders me, as I walk to the others. Frost throws me her keys for her bike and I catch it. Her face looks almost pensive, but she says nothing. I take over 10 minutes to add on a jean, pee and get a biker jacket. I grab Frosts helmet from the shelf on my way out. My ass sits nicely onto her super bike, waiting for Killer. He shows up seconds later with a new t-shirt that's identical to the one he had on. I turn my head so he doesn't think I'm checking him out. "You ready to ride Sin?" He hardly calls me Sin, but coming from Killer it means more to me since he was the reason the nickname stayed. "When you are." I slip my helmet on and lift the shield up. I slip the biker gloves on, picking my left foot up, turn the key and enjoy the blissful feel of the rumble and vibration of the bike as it roars with life. Killer does the same, and I let him lead as I follow closely behind him. He signals a left turn when we get to the Clubhouse gates. I turn with him, and we build our speed on the open road. I go faster, as the familiarity of the bike and the feel of freedom fills me up. We ride, and he turns his head to check on me. The faster Killer goes, the faster I follow. The roads are wide and we push harder. It has been a while since I felt my smile so wide, as my heart galloped in awe and my body moved with a machine. We ride for a good hour. Killer signals me to take the next turnoff and I drop my speed, following him. We ride along a bumpy road. Trees and greenery blind the dirt road from the main road. Killer slows down when we get to what looks like an abandoned bus stop and an entrance to the forest. I park next to him and wait to see if he wants to get off. When he swings his leg over his bike, I take my gloves off first and then my helmet. I steady the bike as I swing my leg off. He stands there and lifts his head up to the sky before he stretches. I put my helmet on the seat and wait for Killer. The old man comment is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite the words down. I PROMISED myself to keep snipes in my head. "Where are we going?" I ask him, choosing not to look too closely at his flesh showing above his pants. "A swim," He lifts his satchel and produces a towel and a bottle of frozen water. "And the bikes?" I question. If Frost's bike went missing, she'll have my head on a platter for dinner. "Bikes are good here. No one comes this side. I'll show you why, come on." He slips his glasses on and goes into the open forest. I follow him and see the long walkway. "This place used to be a hiking trail back in the day, but years ago a few women got killed here. Look at the white stones over there," He points to a small stack of stones, and my heart constricts for those women. "So the town marked it as a dead zone. The Club bought this land so it won't be sanctioned off." "Why would they do that? I hope you guys aren't going to cut these trees down." "No, we going to turn it into a small water park and camp for the kids. Come on, you're dawdling." "I'm wearing biker boots and I'm still carrying wait from my pregnancy." "Stop whining, you look great." I wisely say nothing to his comment and pick up my slow pace. We get to the bottom and I spot the rocks and start of a lake. He holds out his hand and I take it when we get to a steep drop. I trample on the rocks following him as walks to the other side of the lake's bed. There is a good patch of sand and I wipe the sweat off my face as Killer sits down and starts pulling his boots off. "Takeout your clothes. Let's get in," He looks at my body as he takes his glasses off. I'm nervous as fuck, because I haven't seen Killer without a shirt on since he was a 20-year-old. And he has definitely filled out since then. And I still have a bit of a pouch. My stitches dissolved and my period stopped, so I didn't really have an excuse. I take out my jacket first and lay it on the sand, bending down I remove my riding boots. My pants and t-shirt go next and I thank my fucking common sense that I wore an actual bra, and it is white and padded. I pull my panty right and I look at him, to find him staring at me. He studies me as he slips his shirt off and oh, fuck, all that is holy. Damn, he has a fantastic body. His tattoos are colorful and take up his entire torso. His body is completely ripped and lean. He slips off his pants. "Don't look at me like that, Sin," He says and a rush of embarrassment turns my face crimson. I rush into the lake. The water is clean as it splashes with my entry. I see the fish as I go deep and take a dip not thinking of the predator who is about to join me in deep waters. Killer enters as I turn to face him. He's wearing a sleep shorts. I always took him as a Jockey's man but then who really knows Kevin Stone. Sometimes I wonder if he even knew himself. "Let's swim to the other side, I wanna show you something," He gestures, and takes a deep dive into the lake. I follow him as he swims ahead of me; trying not to notice his wet hair and the fact that we are swimming in a lake. The two of us, alone. Could it be possible that Killer likes me? Surely not, he is the one who kicked me out of my hometown. Well, I did almost kill Diamonds dad and knock my cousin out, which the latter was a mistake. We swim for a while and my arms tire out. I worry about my breast milk. Surely this won't affect my breast milk. I consider this until we stop and there is a line of sand and rocks preventing us from going to the other side. Guess the lake ends here. Killer walks up to the side, and I follow him. He takes my hand and pulls me so I can follow him. His fingers are rough, he always had gigantic hands even as a boy. I let it slide and not think too much on it. We walk a bit and stop at the beginning of the river. He points to the other side and I follow his finger and I can't help but start laughing. "Can they see us?" I ask and start yelling and jumping. Killer laughs, and it sounds foreign but welcomed in a way that my body gets flustered as I realize my boobs and ass are probably bouncing all over the show. But I am done caring about things like that. I had a kid and frankly my body still looked great. "They can't see you, but good try." "This place is fantastic. A hidden gem," I say. "It's truly something. I'll bring you one evening and we can make a fire and watch the nightlife come alive." I hear him, but say nothing. All I can do is smile and enjoy the moment. He drops my hand and turns his back to me. I frown, because I have no idea what's he looking at. I follow his gaze, but there is nothing but trees. He turns around, his face is closed off, which is a norm with Killer. But I get the sense something isn't right. "I went to see Gabriel," He says and I frown. Why he is telling me this. I didn't want to hear about Gabriel, he left us so he can become a Mafia boss.. "He spoke to his dad, and he called me today. His family is dead set on revenge. Aliyana's hands are tied since your death doesn't affect the good of the world." "I already knew that," And I did. "So you lied to me, why? Sienna, if they find you, it isn't just you who is going to suffer, that boy, you love, he will never make it to see kinder garden." "So what do you suppose I do? I fucked up, alright, but they were going to kill my sister. Do you think I don't know she's staying with your brother Michael? Do you honestly think they don't know?" He pulls me close to him, and he considers me with harsh intent. He touches my scar on my stomach, the one Diamond left 10 years ago. "Do you remember what she did to you? Yet you still risk your fucking neck for her, why? I don't get it Taylor." I scream, "No." And push him, he wisely lets me go. "Don't fucking call me that, I love her alright. She's my fucking sister. What more must I say? And I don't give a fuck if we share blood or not," I yell and I know I am scowling and throwing my hands everywhere. But he makes me so mad. "Say you'll put that boy first from now. Tell me you will protect him and do what's needed to keep him safe. Tell me, and fucking mean it," Killer's words hit me and I burst into tears. He pulls me close, holding me to his chest. He smells like dirt and sand, which reminds me of home, when things were simpler, and everyone just played their part. I cry harder with how safe I feel being embraced by a lethal man, this one. Even if it is just for a moment. Sad thing is, I can't remember the last time I was held in a man's arms. The last time was Gabriel's, and I didn't know it then, but it was the last hug I would ever get from him. Not sure my knowing would have made it sweeter, because his choices left a bitterness to every sweet moment we shared. Truth is, this moment with my tears falling down my face, in the arms of a killer, doesn't bring any sweetness either. Killer is right, my kid needs me more than my sister and now is the time to finally let her go. I'm not sure if I can, but I am certain I' can keep a promise to put my boys' safety above all else. I nod my head, making a vow that from now I will keep my boy safe and put him first. Diamond needed to learn to keep herself safe from now. If she ever needed me, I'll be there but not at the expense of Kaleb's safety. Whether or not I want it, I am a mother now. And truth is, I want it. As much as I tried to protect the ones I loved, the price always costed me something. And with Diamond, the price was always high. "Diamond is safe with Michael, he won't let anyone get close to her. But she isn't the same, her mind has completely lost any form of reality." Killer drops his hands off my body and I yearn for the feel. For just one more second, but his words sober me up. "What do you mean?" I am puzzled by the notion of Diamond losing her form of reality. "Sienna, Diamond is going crazy. The government sent her back, they signed her off as mentally unfit for duty." I frown at what I am hearing. Diamond was never crazy. She was destructive and at times she went into her own head, but not to the point of madness. "When was this?" My stomach drops because I know my sister, blood or not, and over the years I watched her from afar for as long as I could. She was dangerous but crazy, no. "About 8 months back. Frost tried talking to her, but she lost her shit and started screaming at her to get out. Michael developed a brain wave program to calm her mind, so we left her with him. But he keeps her in his penthouse with that shit playing the entire day." "Does your brother have cameras in the house?" "YEAH, why?" "I need to see them," I tell him. This story just didn't sit right with me. "I can get it, how long are you looking for?" "Three weeks?" "Is there something you wish to share?" Killer asks me as his eyes drop to my breast. "Not until I'm sure, can we swim now?" "Yeah," He says and we walk back into the water. We spend the next few hours swimming and it's good to have something to do that doesn't comprise worrying about tomorrow. We get out of the water on the side we came in from. The mosquitoes bite my legs and feet as I dry myself. Killer stands behind me, waiting. I throw him the towel as a bird soars over us. He places the towel on the ground and pats next to him. "I thought we're heading home now?" "Nope, let's enjoy the last bit of this before we get back." I laugh as I plant my ass next to him. "Are you enjoying my company, Kevin Stone," I drawl, in a thick Southern accent. "Always have Sienna," He says, staring at the lake. "10 years is a long time, people change," I tell him as I open the water bottle to take a sip. The coldness of the water is a welcome and complete contrast to the burn of the sun. "They do. You not running away from me any longer," He slaps my leg making his point. I push him with my shoulder, "I did not run away," I tell him. "You did, every time I sat next to you, or we took the boat out. The day I spent Christmas at the Manor, I even bought you a present." I twist my body to face him, "What? Oh, come on, I didn't run away. When we were younger, I climbed the acorn tree with you MANY times. I also played UNO with you the one night until 12, I even shared a cigarette with you, and I WAS 16." "Yeah, you did," He snorts, and it's so unlike the man I know. "You were a terrible influence," I say as he shakes his head. "I'm not going to deny that, I'm also not going to remind you, that you were 18, lies have a way of becoming truths," He reminds me and yes, I was 18. "Let's make a pact now," Killer suggests turning to face me and I notice how close we are. His hand is right by my butt, and his leg is touching mine. How did he get so close? I was sure we were further apart. "Alright," I say. "From now, when we are alone, let's just cut the stories and bullshit," He says and I look at him for a long time. "I can do that," I say, agreeing. Lies sometimes had a way of worming through unchartered territory. It would be nice to get away from it. And he seems to like my response when he nods. "Do you think momma can see us?" I ask him. He holds my naked flesh and beckons me down to lie with him. He doesn't move his hand from my shoulder, so I scoot down until I am comfortable and place my hand on his chest. Breathing in his scent. "I think she is seeing us alright, and she's probably swearing the both of us right now. Mostly me," He says as his fingers pull my chin to face him. "Why? Because she thinks you making moves on me?" I question in a teasing note. "Well, she knows what we're currently doing is asking for trouble." "Why did you have to be such an unfeeling asshole," I ask him softly. "Well, my mother told me it was Gods way of preparing me for the world, but I'm not so sure unfeeling is what's happening right now." "Are you flirting with me, Kevin?" I ask him, trying to make light of a serious moment. He lets my chin go and looks at me, and although his face is just as emotionless, I feel as though he never thought about it. Oh, well, maybe I taught him something. "We should head back," He says and I get up and start getting dressed. While I am sad to leave and end the moment, I'm also excited to see my boy. It's a shame I didn't notice the longing look on his face, it would have made me see him in a different light than the one he kept showing.