Brandon
“Youdon’tknowhowglad I am that Amalia went away this weekend,” I said, stepping behind Gina and wrapping my arms around her waist. “I feel like we haven’t had a lot of time to be alone with each other in the last couple of weeks.”
Gina smiled over her shoulder at me, putting the knife to the side, the carrots abandoned as I kissed her. Her mouth moved against mine, her touch light against my skin as she reached back and cupped my face.
When we finally separated, she sighed and relaxed into my embrace. It felt like tension she didn’t even know she was holding was finally starting to fade away.
How did I get lucky enough to have her in my life?
I stared at her momentarily, trying to figure out how to bring up our relationship. Though she enjoyed our time together, Gina acted cagey if I even mentioned taking it to another level.
I understood why. There were more complications surrounding us than in a normal relationship.
My daughter, her best friend, was at the center of those complications.”
“How has Amalia been doing?” I asked her. She leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her cheek.
“Amalia is getting better now. The breakup was hard on her, but she seemed like she was starting to cheer up again. I hope that it lasts. The last thing she needs is to be held back by Jaxon.”
“She’s lucky to have a friend like you,” I said, though I couldn’t ignore the slight guilt that curled through me at those words.
Often, it was easy to forget that Gina was Amalia’s best friend. I am not constantly reminded of the relationship with my daughter, but I certainly feel like shit when I am.
People said that you couldn’t help who you fell in love with.
Every time I looked at Gina, I was reminded of how true that was.
“Gina, I’m tired of just sneaking around and having sex whenever we can.” I kiss her bare shoulder, just beside the thin strap of her camisole.
“I don’t know what you want me to say about that. It’s not like we can tell Amalia right now. She’s going to be so pissed off. I don’t know if she’ll ever talk to me again. I don’t want to lose my friend.”
“We’ll tell her together.”
Gina shook her head and turned around to face me. “I can’t tell her right now. She’s going through more than enough of her shit. The last thing she needs is the pair of us telling her we’re together.”
“So,” I said, drawing out the word as I reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Does that mean you’re willing to be more than just two people who sleep together?”