Kiss King - Mickey Miller Page 0,91
afford it, bottom line. No way I’m taking out six figures in student loans.”
She spins around, her eyes glossed over.
“I want my parents to be happy though. Even if it’s a happiness I can’t see for them.”
“They’re happy now?”
“I think so. I don’t know.”
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close to me.
I add, “Isn’t it weird to think of our parents as individual people out there, just trying to make it and be happy for themselves?”
“They’ve lived twenty-plus years of their lives for their kids.”
“They’re really great parents. I mean, look at you.”
“What do you mean, look at me?”
“I mean, you’re the most incredible woman I’ve met in my short life. All of our friends look to you for advice. April, Charlotte, Faith, even Alex. Even the guys ask you things! Because you’re smart, you have no filter, and they know you’ll give it to them straight.”
A grin pulls on her face. “Well, someone’s got to tell it like it is.”
“How much of who you are is from your parents?”
“Everything. My dad taught me how to be smart. My mom taught me how not to care what anyone thinks, except for your real friends. And you’ve got to love your friends hard. Do you agree?”
“I do, with one exception.”
“What’s the exception?”
“I think we should love our enemies, too.”
“Why?”
“I believe in exceptional, unusual love. And if we’re only going to love the people who love us back, what’s so unusual about that?”
“That’s so beautiful. You should put that in a book.”
I run my hands over her forehead, and kiss her there. “Do you feel reborn yet?”
She shakes her head. “Not quite. Do you feel…like you’ve slayed your dragon yet?”
“No.”
“Are you worried?”
“Nope. Are you?”
“No.”
She takes a deep breath. “Grant…” She runs a hand through my hair. “You’re quite handsome. I feel like nothing bad can happen to me as long as I’m in between your big arms.”
“Correct on both counts.”
“God, I love you,” she says, and then her face turns red. “I mean…this. I love this.”
“You don’t love me?” I grin.
“We’re not even boyfriend-girlfriend.”
“No? We’re not?”
“Not yet…I don’t think we need a label. So…” She stands up, and extends her arms. “I love you in the sense that I love everything in the universe. What a wonderful world we live in! It’s so beautiful! Be right back. I’m going to go out and run in the snow. Do you think it’s crunchy?”
“Oh, it’s crunchy, baby.”
She tugs at my hand. “Come and frolic in the snow with me.”
“You’re like a little kid.”
“You know you want to.”
“Let’s go.”
“Hey, Grant? Can you come here for a moment?”
I’ve been spending the last ten minutes listening to an incredible Red Lemons song when I realize Maya has been in the bathroom for quite some time.
“Yeah, be right there,” I say, summoning all of the strength I have to get up off of the floor.
When I get to the bathroom, a giddy surge of adrenaline flows through me when I see Maya totally nude.
“Do you think I have a good body, Grant?”
I feel my cock react to her nakedness before I can even process the question.
“You’re asking me if I like your body?”
“My boobs are small,” she says.
“And perky.”
She giggles. “You’re right about that.”
“Your ass, my lady, is frankly amazing. I’m pretty sure sonnets have been written about that ass.”
I give her a playful smack, and she whimpers.
“This is mean of me. I shouldn’t let you stand there naked all by yourself.”
I strip my clothes off and toss them aside, then stand behind her.
We make eye contact in the mirror.
“Grant, are you getting hard?”
“It’s really hard not to, being smashed up against your body like this.”
She turns, and we stare at our side profile in the full-length mirror.
“You’ve got a great ass yourself, sir.”
I run my hand up the skin of her thigh, all the way to her neck.
“We’re a sexy freaking couple,” I say.
“I know. Jesus. You and that porn-worthy cock.”
I crack up. “You and that porn-worthy ass.”
Her eyes light up. “We should make a porn.”
“You want to?”
“No! You’re supposed to say, ‘that’s a crazy idea. I don’t want pictures of me floating around on digital devices.’”
“Well, you were the one who brought it up.”
“I was joking.”
“Sure you were.”
“Mostly. No, I was joking. But if I did make a porn…it would be with you.”
“Same.”
We look at each other in the mirror again. I wrap my arms around her and I kiss her on the lips.
I say, “We had the sad phase, then the snow