Her little indication of our future doesn’t escape me. “In-laws, huh? You think Sydney and I are going to get married one day?”
She pinches my cheek in that annoying, motherly way. “Yeah, I do.”
After the kitchen is clean and everyone has a fresh drink in their hands, we sit down at the kitchen table and play a game of Cards Against Humanity with my mom and Emilio, in which I learn my mother has a far dirtier mind than I needed to know. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard, reminding me that even though I may not know much about my future, at least I have family and a woman beside me that provide me with memories to cherish in my life. Tonight was one of those nights that I’ll never forget.
Just a little after ten thirty, Sydney and I head over to her condo for the night. As we roll through the gate and Sydney greets the guard while we pass, I don’t miss the suspicious look he gives me, as if I don’t belong in a place like this. My reservations from before spark nerves again in my stomach, flaring up the insecurity of our relationship that is always simmering beneath the surface.
Sydney parks her car in her assigned parking space and leads me up a walkway that is lined with solar lights and planters full of various hedges and flowers, while light posts gleam in the night, providing even more light. Her complex is pristine and almost regal looking with large walnut stained doors at each entrance to the condos we pass as we make our way to hers, flaunting the difference in the worlds we live in even though I haven’t set foot inside yet.
With a twist of the key in the lock, Sydney pushes the door open as an alarm beeps in the background.
“Let me disarm that real quick.” She rushes inside a few feet and then enters her passcode to make the incessant noise halt.
My eyes travel through the entry way and past where Sydney stands to a living room full of dark wood and teal and gray accents throughout the space. A dark gray couch faces a modest television positioned in one corner and a small fireplace serves as the focal point of the room. Her kitchen with an oversized island sits just to the right, creating an open concept feel. Dark mahogany cabinets and light granite counter tops shine in the light of the fixture above the island and the ceiling fan in the living room once Sydney flicks them on.
“So this is my place,” she says with a wave of her hand. “I can’t believe you haven’t been here yet.”
Suddenly parched and feeling way out of my comfort zone, I reply on a shaky breath. “Uh, yeah. Me neither.” I mean, my place turned out nice, but this condo is something you would see on HGTV.
“You thirsty?” I watch her move into the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for herself and then filling one for me as well, even though I didn’t answer her.
As I take the glass from her and drain it completely, I finally reply, “Thanks.”
“Of course. Here, let me show you the rest of the place.” She reaches for my hand and pulls me behind her to a flight of stairs that leads to the second floor. A guestroom, a home office, and her master bedroom round out the tour, where we stop in front of her bed and she turns to face me.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmurs against my lips before circling her arms around my neck and pulling us together. The moment we kiss, a part of my anxiety melts away. I don’t know why I’m letting these little differences in our lives derail me from what I feel for her. After spending the night with my family, the doubt about how she fits seamlessly into my world left my body.
But this is the first time I’ve slipped into a part of hers and the notion shakes my resolve.
“Me too, babe.”
“Wanna get ready for bed? I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.” A small laugh escapes her lips as she reaches for the bottom of her dress and lifts it up, throwing it toward the corner where a laundry basket sits.
“If you think you’re gonna strip in front of me like that and then go to sleep, you’ve got another thing coming.” I reach for her waist and lift her into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist. Our lips meet as I walk us to the bed and gently place her on it, never detaching ourselves from one another.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” We break apart just long enough to discard the rest of our clothes and then crawl up her bed.
“Do you have any toys, Sydney?” I growl in her ear, nibbling on the lobe as she squirms beneath me. My eyes veer to her nightstand beside the bed as I reach over and slide the drawer open, hitting the jackpot on the first try.
She bites her lip, enticing me with her innocence as I extract a hot pink vibrator from her drawer and start playing with the settings. “How many times did you use this on yourself while thinking of me?”
“Too many to count,” she replies breathlessly as I find a pulse setting I feel will do the job of teasing her and drag the vibrator down her chest and stomach to her pussy.
“Well, now whenever you use it, you’ll have no choice but to recall what I did to you with it.” A gasp leaves her mouth as I carefully place the wand against her clit and watch her buck up beneath me. Her body shakes as the vibrations travel through her sensitive nub and her hands fist her sheets.
“Javi,” she mewls, drawing in short breaths
