learned some tricks in Greece that they would be more than willing to use on you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind pricking you,” he said with a smile.
“Connor!” I laughed and put my finger over his lips. “You cannot make inappropriate comments in front of my family.”
“But your family is not here in this room with us. It’s just us.”
“Trust me, they have eyes and ears everywhere.”
“So, they wouldn’t like me saying I’d like to fuck you in your childhood bedroom?” he whispered softly into my ear.
“Connor!” I hit him in the chest. “Enough!”
“How’s about we make a deal?”
“What’s the deal?” I said as I walked over to the fridge.
“How’s about yes?” I looked back at him.
“Do you want some beer, some wine? We’ve got ouzo.”
“Oh, I hate ouzo.”
“Don’t let my grandpa hear you say that.” I laughed. “But, wine then?”
“I’d actually take a beer, if you don’t mind. You know I’m not a huge wine drinker.”
“You’re so picky, Connor.”
“I’m only picky when it comes to my women,” he said with a grin as he walked up to me. “And hey, it worked out for me, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, you’re lucky to have gotten me,” I said with a smile.
“I’m very lucky indeed,” he said.
I handed him a beer. “Do you want a glass?”
“Nah, it’s okay, unless you think your grandparents will think I’m uncouth for drinking it out of a can.”
“No. We’re not royalty or anything. They’ll be fine with you drinking it out of the can.” I laughed, and then I poured myself a glass of wine. “So, should we go back?”
“Well, remember I have one thing to tell you, Gemma.”
“What, Connor?”
“Well, if you want me to behave and be a good boy...”
“Yes? What about it? Of course you know I want that.”
“Well then, I want us to have a little fun in your bedroom.”
“Connor, there’s just no way.”
“Gemma.”
“You’re such a bad boy.”
“But isn’t that why you love me?”
“I love you for many reasons. Yes, maybe one of them is because you’re a bad boy. But this is my parents’ house. We cannot do anything here. If they catch us, we will both die, and I mean die. D-I-E. Do you understand what that means?”
“I’m willing to risk it.”
“Connor, no.”
“Please.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, leaning down and giving me a deep long kiss. I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him back. My wine glass was precariously tilted, and I was nervous that the wine would spill out.
“Connor,” I whispered against his lips. “We can’t.”
“Oh dear. What’s going on here?” my grandma said as she walked into the kitchen and spotted us kissing. “I see that you lovebirds are kissing, eh? Oh Connor, you can’t keep your hands off my granddaughter. You love her very much, I assume.”
“Yes, Nana, I love her. I really love her.”
Connor stepped back and I was surprised to see that he looked embarrassed. So he did have some shame.
“Connor, so what are your intentions for—”
“Grandma!” I cut her off. “We literally got here two minutes ago. Please do not have this conversation right now.”
“But Gemma, I want to know this young man, his intentions. You bring him to the house. He seems like a very nice man. I like him a lot. Yes, he’s not Greek, but it’s okay. He likes the Greek food, you say, and maybe we take him to Greece. We show him Greece and some of our ways, and he become—”
“Grandma, enough. That’s just too much to ask for. We literally just got here, and we literally have only been dating for a couple of months, okay?”
“Ah but Gemma, it is not too early to plan. You know your grandfather and me, we dated one month, we get engaged another month, and then we get married, and we have babies, and now we’re here in America, and we come to America—”
“I know, Grandma, because you wanted to give me the best possible opportunities in life.”
“Yes. And with that, I want you to marry the best man in life. So, Connor.”
“Yes?” he said with a smile.
“Is what you do?”
“I’m a music producer,” he said, “Pretty successful.”
“Hm. Music?” My grandma made a face.
“Grandma, I already told you he was a music producer. “Please.”
“Yes, but I hope you’re telling joke. I hope he doctor, or lawyer, engineer, eh? Even architect okay. Music? Hm. I no like music. You go to college?”
“Yes, I went to college.” He grinned. “I studied advertising.”