Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,64
a relationship that was already strained. I don’t want you using this as a reason to push me away.”
I suck in a breath. “I won’t. I would never use this against you. I wouldn’t push you away because your mom hates me. You’re right, we don’t need her approval.”
“Good,” he says, resting his chin on the top of my head. “Let’s get some rest, okay? We have to get up early.”
“Okay,” I respond, moving up so that my face is nuzzling his neck. Without even thinking about it, I breathe in the smell of him. I’m addicted to the scent. As I close my eyes, I can feel Victor shaking underneath me. Looking up, I see that he’s silently laughing. “Are you laughing at me?” I question, confusion on my face.
“Babe, did you just smell me?”
I totally did. “What? No!”
He roars with laughter. “You did, you totally just smelled me.” I roll away from him, grabbing a pillow as I go and covering my head with it. I wanna be embarrassed but I can’t deny that it’s funny.
“No, don’t hide, it was cute,” he says, grabbing the pillow and rolling me over to face him.
“I didn’t mean to. I just love how you smell.” I giggle.
“That’s sweet, Love. Let me smell you now,” he says, covering my body with his. He digs his nose in my neck, and starts tickling me all over.
“No!” I yell, laughing and squealing at the same time.
“You have to say please, Baby.” He starts kissing the spot that he was just sniffing. All of a sudden, we’re playing a new game.
“Please, Baby,” I whisper.
“Are you begging me to stop, or to keep on?” He kisses my jawline.
“Don’t stop.” I thrust my hips up, letting him know what I want. He doesn’t stop and he doesn’t make me wait.
I’m not sure what time it is when we finally get to sleep, but by the time morning comes, neither one of us wants to get out of bed. Eventually, I manage to get up and drag myself into the shower. It takes some doing but I finally get Victor up. He hops in the shower, while I get my green draped halter tankini on. I put a beaded cover up dress on, along with some flip-flops and my look is complete. I head downstairs and find both both Jordan and Alex asleep on the couch, his head on the armrest and hers resting against his chest. I guess they must have fallen asleep watching TV. I laugh at them because they both look a little embarrassed when I wake them up to get ready. Jordan is quick to pull me aside and tell me that nothing happened between the two of them. I assure her that it all looked completely innocent. Once she goes upstairs, I head into the kitchen to prepare lunch. I pack a large cooler with sandwiches, water bottles, sodas, and a few beers. As I’m finishing up, a knock on the door grabs my attention. I jog into the living room, opening the door for Dad, Gavin and Gemma.
“Hey, guys!” I say, excited that everyone is here.
“Hey, Auntie Elle. Where’s Victor.” It figures that she’d rather see him.
“I’m right here, sweetie,” I turn to see Victor bounding down the stairs, looking mouth wateringly good in black cargo swim trunks and a plain white tank top. Gemma bypasses me and throws her hands around his waist. He hugs her right back. “It’s good to see you, Gem. Are you excited for the beach?”
“I can’t wait,” she responds enthusiastically.
I turn to look at Gavin and Dad. “Really? What, am I not her favorite anymore?”
Gavin shakes his head and chuckles. “She’s moved on to bigger and better, Sis. What can I say?”
“Hey, Joe, Gavin.” Victor walks over and shakes their hands.
“Hi, Son.” It makes me happy to know that both Dad and Gavin have accepted Victor.
“Are we ready to go or what?” I turn again to see Jordan and Alex coming downstairs. I introduce Alex to my family. We grab the cooler full of food, some beach chairs, towels, and umbrellas and we leave, taking two cars to the beach, which is only a few blocks away. We get to the beach early enough that the crowds are at a minimum. Getting in and out early is the key to enjoying New Jersey beaches.
We set up our chairs, blankets, and umbrellas in a cluster on the sand and sit to enjoy the view. In May, the