I somehow convinced her to stay, and she did, even falling back to sleep.
But I just kissed her, and she didn’t push me away, she leaned into me and I’m sure the only thing that halted her movements was the fact that her family was watching us, at least I hope.
At breakfast, she would casually touch me while talking. I would notice her gaze on my profile when I would be speaking to her father, I would feel her smile when I said something to her mother, she was observing and enjoying this moment. It was almost like it’s never been something that she’s experienced before.
We were exiting the restaurant when she grabs my hand, intertwines her fingers with mine, and when my eyes meet hers, she smiles.
“Do you two have anything planned today?” Mrs. Valentine asks us eagerly.
“We cleared our schedules so we can spend time with you.” I reply on behalf of the both of us.
I made sure that all of my teammates knew that I wouldn’t be available this weekend. While I know that I have a mountain of homework, and that Kaley most likely may as well, I also know that Kaley and I can do that at some point this weekend when we’re not doing the tourist thing.
I’m not really sure if Kaley had plans for me to join them the entire time they’re here, but I’m going to play my part as best as I can. A proper boyfriend makes time for his girlfriend’s parents if they are visiting.
I think I read that somewhere.
Even though, after that light kiss, I’m not sure how much of this is playing anymore.
“Dean usually has a busy school week with football and all. So, yeah, he may not be around as much during the week while you guys are here.” I must have missed most of the conversation.
“Except this week. I have a light week since we have a bye.” I reply.
“A bye?” Maddie asks.
“It means that they don’t have a game this week. It’s like a break.” Kaley says.
“Don’t you have a twin?” Mrs. Valentine asks me.
“I do. Denise. She is how Kale and I met. They were roommates when I lived in one of the athlete dorms on campus.”
“Wasn’t she your roommate too your first year, in the dorms?” Mrs. Valentine turns to Kaley.
“Yup. I liked her so much, we still wanted to move in together after our first year.”
“And you liked her so much, that you started hooking up with her brother!” Maddie quips.
I smile. Her sister is funny. Truthful, yet funny.
“I thought student athletes are all supposed to live together in the dorms like they do in the Revenge of the Nerds movie?” Mrs. Valentine asks.
“You have to get permission from the coach to live off campus. I told coach that I would be able to concentrate a little better. My team and I are together too much that it’s almost as if I still live there. Coach was cool with the change. As long as my performance or grades don’t dip, I think he’s cool with it.” I say.
I think that’s the most honest thing I’ve said in the past twenty-four hours.
We did the touristy thing around Seattle and finished the day with the sunset at the top of the space needle and dinner. Luckily, I made a reservation the day after Kaley told me about this visit, so we had an amazing view and a delicious meal.
As we stood in a circle by our car and by their rental car, I held Kaley’s hand.
“The night is still young, would you guys like to come over for a night cap?” I ask.
“I would love one.” Maddie perks up.
“We were actually going to take Maddie to go do some things. Give you two a night alone.” Mr. Valentine said. “We’ll bring her back at a reasonable hour though.”
“Daddy. I want to hang out with them.” Maddie pouts, “they’re closer to my age, and I think that Kales and I could totally use some sister time.”
“Your sister and her boyfriend need their alone time.” Her mom says with a determined tone.
“I’m sure they have enough alone time.” Maddie says looking straight at her sister with a smirk.
“Dear, we’re going to do a ghost tour in Pioneer Square.”
“A ghost tour? That sounds so lame. C’mon daddy, can’t I just go home with them? They won’t mind, would you guys.”
Before either Kaley or I could interject, we were silenced with a look.
“The tour is only about an hour long, we’ll come by afterwards. Mads, you will live. This will be fun.” Their father says.
They drag her away, leaving Kaley and myself alone, still holding hands. I get her into the car and we drive home in silence with the sexual tension high from all the touching that we’ve done all day.
As we’re walking into the apartment, she finally breaks the silence.
“So, I think it’s going great, you?” she asks.
“Your parents seem to like me.”
“They do.” She nods.
“I think your sister likes me too.”
“We already knew that. I was afraid of that happening when they said she was staying here.”
“What about you?” He asks.
“What about me?”
“Do you like me?” I figure why the hell not.
“Of course, you’re one of my best friends.” she shrugs.
We both remove our jackets. When I turn around, she’s leaning against the back of the couch. I approach her, place my hands on the edge of the couch on both sides of her, caging her in.
“No Kale. Do you like me?" I say each word painstakingly slow and pause. "Because, I’m finding that I enjoy holding your hand, that I like kissing you, and that I sleep better by being wrapped up in you while I sleep.”
I’ve shocked her. She stares at me, not exactly knowing what to say, but I note that she isn’t pushing me away.
“I’m going to kiss you again.” I warn.
“Why are you telling me?”
“I’m giving you the chance to tell me no.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she whispers.
I rush forward, my hands go to the side of her face as her hands go to the nape of my neck, her fingers running through my hair, tightening against my strands. Our lips press together, our tongues tangle, and our breaths become one.
Without breaking our connection, I turn her and move her in the bedroom's direction, her bedroom, fuck it… currently our bedroom.
Kaley
My mind is racing, we’re making out. Not just a peck, but full on making out. My tongue is in his mouth, his in mine. Our hands running all over each other as he steers me to my bedroom.
Our bedroom.
The bedroom we’re currently sharing.
Oh shit!
Someone knocks on our front door. Quietly at first, then louder as we continue to ignore it.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Ugh!” He groans. “Ignore her.”
“Kaley! I know you’re in there! Answer the door!” Denise yells from the hallway.
“You know I can’t ignore it.”
We pull apart from another and straighten our clothes.
“Well, I don’t yet know what you look like after I have fucked you, but I can tell you that… well, you look like you’ve been fucked.” He smiles, wiping some saliva off of my bottom lip.