15. Skylar
After that, we take a quick shower and then come back to bed and Aly is sandwiched between us but Pietro has his hand outstretched in that as I spoon Aly, his hand is on my waist and I know he’s not asleep since his fingers are roaming on my skin. It’s as if he wants to make sure that I am real and not a figment of his imagination.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” I ask because I also can’t fall asleep due to those fingers.
They are doing things to me. Things I have never thought I would ever feel because of a man.
“Thinking,” he says simply and I know what he means.
If he’s like me, I know he’s wondering where this is going and for how long.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask in a whisper.
Aly is already breathing evenly and silently and I don’t want to wake her up.
“Have a drink with me?” He asks and this time, he removes his hand and anchors his head on his elbow and looks at me.
The room is only illuminated by the glow of all the lights in the city and I think the moonlight too and I can see him clearly.
“Okay,” I say and smile at him.
We both make sure that Aly is well covered and we walk outside to the living room and we are both naked.
Yeah.
It’s as if we have been doing this for a very long time and not just today.
He walks to the mini bar and takes out a bottle of vodka and I can tell it’s expensive since I’ve been drinking then ever since I can remember.
He pours it in two glasses and hands me one.
We sit there savouring the drink and I feel the heat as it goes down my throat and settles in my stomach and the silence stretches until I look at him.
“What’s bothering you?” I ask him.
I want him to know that I care and that I will be his shoulder if he ever needs one.
“Sky,” he starts but then hesitates and he looks at me and his eyes are so deep that I can’t see anything in them.
“What’s wrong?” I egg him on.
“Sky, I… I love you,” he blurts out and then looks at me as if he was expecting me to say something but I don’t and I just look at him.
“I love you and I love Lysa too and I want us to be a family,” he says and I now understand what’s bugging him.
“Since when?” I ask.
Not because I don’t trust him but because I want to know for how long.
Love isn’t an easy thing to feel and for him to say that he loves me, it must have been for a while.
“Since I first laid my eyes on you. I knew from that moment that I wanted you and that I would do anything to have you,” he said and I would lie if I said that I wasn’t surprised.
No. Surprised isn’t the feeling. I was… pleasantly surprised. Pleased that he loves me and that it had been since the day he first saw me.
I knew that I hadn’t looked at him that way being straight and all but now that we are here, things and feelings had changed.
Yes. They have.
When I was inside him, I felt as if I had been wandering all along and I had returned home. It felt like home: sweet, warm, satisfying and comfortable.
I don’t want to live. I want to stay.
I wanted to make sure that he won’t regret it and now I can see that he would regret it if I didn’t say yes to him.
“Do you want to stay with me?” He asks and then looks at me expectantly.
“What do you mean? Stay like… live here or stay…?”
“Stay. Like be my boyfriend and later husband. Stay as in be by my side for life. Stay as in never leave,” he says and I have never seen such a serious expression on him.
“Pietro?” I don’t believe it.
He must be… how…
“Pietro, you know that some things can’t be played with. You can’t joke about some things,” I said and swallowed.
What did he mean? Would I be ready to settle down? And… yes I wanted this arrangement but … wasn’t this too soon.
Who is to say that we would even get along outside the bedroom?
“I am not joking,” he says and the intensity in his eyes tells me that he’s telling the truth.
“I want you and Lysa to be my partners for life. I don’t want you for just sex. I want you two with me always,” he says and I don’t know what to say.
“But you don’t know me. I don’t know you. Shouldn’t we at least see if we are compatible? Shouldn’t we…” what? What did I want to say?
I was tempted but…
“Say yes. I also want you for us,” Lysa says and we both turn towards the door and look at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” I blurt you.
“You two are supposed to be with me and here you are,” she says, walks towards us and sits by my side and I am now between them.
“Sky, Pietro and I had already discussed this. We want you for life. Let’s make this real,” she says and she uses such a sweet voice to make me fall for her words.
I swear I even see her use her puppy eyes.
“But you know that our parent won’t ever agree to this,” I try to reason.
Mr Guerrero would flip the whole if Atlanta upside down and mama would die of shock.
“Who says they have to know?” Lysa says with a wink.
But…
No.
“There are a lot of factors to consider. I just can’t…”
“Does that mean you don’t love us?” Lysa asks.
“Of course not. Would I be here otherwise?” I ask her and then she holds my hand.
“Sky, I love you and so does Pietro. I know dad wouldn’t agree to this and we would be taken to rehab if he knew but what if we ran away and went to… say… Italy?” She asks and then after she says that, Pietro takes my hand.
“Italy?” I ask.
“My home. My parents wouldn’t have any problem with us. In fact, something tells me that they would be ecstatic,” he says and I feel bad to be the one hesitating.
I want them too but…
“Can’t I have time to think about it?” I ask and they look at each other and then nod.
“So, as you think, can we have another go at it?” Pietro asks with a knowing smile and his dick is already at attention and he starts stroking it.