whatever wall they had erected between each other broke down, everything changed.
“Okay, fine. I won’t bring that up again, but how’d your dad take it?” The look on Sunny’s face must have been answer enough, because Daria frowned and said, “That bad, huh?”
“Well, no, he’s fine, but that might be because I haven’t told him anything yet.” Daria sputtered on her drink and wiped her mouth. “What? Why not?” Sunny arched a brow. “Well, all right. I can see why you wouldn’t, but you have to realize that your dad, along with Mack, are going to go ape shit over this, even more so the longer you keep it from them.”
Yeah, she knew, and that was why she was reluctant to say anything. At first it had been the need to take it slow when telling them she wanted to be with London, but with each passing day she started to really worry that they would just be too upset over it. It didn’t matter that she was an adult.
“At first I didn’t want to just spring it on them, because I know they would have been pissed that I didn’t ‘heed their words of caution’.” Sunny shrugged.
“I can’t say I would take your place if I could, but I can say you shouldn’t keep prolonging it. Yeah, it’s only been a few days, but it’s only going to make them more pissed that you weren’t up front about it all.” Daria was right.
“You ladies need anything else?” Their waitress stepped up to their table and smiled warmly at them.
“Not me. Daria?” Sunny looked at her friend. Daria shook her head, and her dark straight hair brushed along her shoulders. “I guess just the check, please.” The waitress nodded and set the little slip of paper on the table before leaving. Daria was right. She needed to just tell her dad and Mack, and explain that she was an adult, and if this was a mistake then it was hers to make.
****
“Give me twenty more, London.” Harlond held his hands up, the protective mitts he wore deflecting each and every blow London delivered. He had been working out since six this morning, and it was already noon. He had enough energy to go another four hours, but anything over eight hours in one day was a lot of strain on the body. He slammed the twentieth punch into Harlond’s mitt and braced his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped down his chest, and a water bottle was shoved in his face. He glanced up to see Mack standing next to him, the other guy just as sweaty from his own workout. London thanked him and took a big swallow of the cold liquid. He stood and looked between Harlond and Mack. The two men were talking about an upcoming fight Mack was going to participate in, but all London could think about was what they would do if he told them he cared about Sunny and was with her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, or about what they shared in the pantry. The next time he would take her in his bed, with the lights on so he could see every glorious inch of her curvy body. She had felt so good, better than anything he had ever felt. Shit, he was getting hard, and right in front of the two people that would rip his balls off if they knew why he was popping wood.
“Hey, you with us, man?” Mack’s voice snapped him back to the present, and he blinked.
“Yeah, I’m good, why?” His skin tightened, and he knew Sunny had just walked in. The fact he had this physical reaction to her when she was near should have freaked him the fuck out, but in fact it made him feel pretty damn good. He looked to his side, saw her messing with her iPod, but after only a second she snapped her head up and looked in his direction. Yeah, she felt that, too, and that made him feel all sorts of fuzzy shit inside. Their eyes locked, and a small smile curved her mouth, which in turn had him smiling as well. They had only seen each other at the center, but texted and talked to each other every day. It wasn’t enough for him, though, and he needed to fix that, because she was like his drug, and now that he
“Okay, fine. I won’t bring that up again, but how’d your dad take it?” The look on Sunny’s face must have been answer enough, because Daria frowned and said, “That bad, huh?”
“Well, no, he’s fine, but that might be because I haven’t told him anything yet.” Daria sputtered on her drink and wiped her mouth. “What? Why not?” Sunny arched a brow. “Well, all right. I can see why you wouldn’t, but you have to realize that your dad, along with Mack, are going to go ape shit over this, even more so the longer you keep it from them.”
Yeah, she knew, and that was why she was reluctant to say anything. At first it had been the need to take it slow when telling them she wanted to be with London, but with each passing day she started to really worry that they would just be too upset over it. It didn’t matter that she was an adult.
“At first I didn’t want to just spring it on them, because I know they would have been pissed that I didn’t ‘heed their words of caution’.” Sunny shrugged.
“I can’t say I would take your place if I could, but I can say you shouldn’t keep prolonging it. Yeah, it’s only been a few days, but it’s only going to make them more pissed that you weren’t up front about it all.” Daria was right.
“You ladies need anything else?” Their waitress stepped up to their table and smiled warmly at them.
“Not me. Daria?” Sunny looked at her friend. Daria shook her head, and her dark straight hair brushed along her shoulders. “I guess just the check, please.” The waitress nodded and set the little slip of paper on the table before leaving. Daria was right. She needed to just tell her dad and Mack, and explain that she was an adult, and if this was a mistake then it was hers to make.
****
“Give me twenty more, London.” Harlond held his hands up, the protective mitts he wore deflecting each and every blow London delivered. He had been working out since six this morning, and it was already noon. He had enough energy to go another four hours, but anything over eight hours in one day was a lot of strain on the body. He slammed the twentieth punch into Harlond’s mitt and braced his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped down his chest, and a water bottle was shoved in his face. He glanced up to see Mack standing next to him, the other guy just as sweaty from his own workout. London thanked him and took a big swallow of the cold liquid. He stood and looked between Harlond and Mack. The two men were talking about an upcoming fight Mack was going to participate in, but all London could think about was what they would do if he told them he cared about Sunny and was with her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, or about what they shared in the pantry. The next time he would take her in his bed, with the lights on so he could see every glorious inch of her curvy body. She had felt so good, better than anything he had ever felt. Shit, he was getting hard, and right in front of the two people that would rip his balls off if they knew why he was popping wood.
“Hey, you with us, man?” Mack’s voice snapped him back to the present, and he blinked.
“Yeah, I’m good, why?” His skin tightened, and he knew Sunny had just walked in. The fact he had this physical reaction to her when she was near should have freaked him the fuck out, but in fact it made him feel pretty damn good. He looked to his side, saw her messing with her iPod, but after only a second she snapped her head up and looked in his direction. Yeah, she felt that, too, and that made him feel all sorts of fuzzy shit inside. Their eyes locked, and a small smile curved her mouth, which in turn had him smiling as well. They had only seen each other at the center, but texted and talked to each other every day. It wasn’t enough for him, though, and he needed to fix that, because she was like his drug, and now that he
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