“Thank you,” I say and try not to cry myself.
My hands fall away from her shoulders.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a folded envelope and I put it into my mother’s reluctant hand. I kiss her forehead.
She refuses to look down at it. To her, it’s a finality. To me, it says all of the things I won’t be able to say.
My mother nods and more tears pour from her eyes. She sets the envelope on her tall dresser and grabs a tissue from a box next to her bed. Dabbing the tears from her cheeks and sniffling back the rest, she tries to gain her composure again before going back into the living room with Camryn.
“Why don’t you just tell her, Andrew?” she says turning back to look at me in front of the bedroom door. “You should let her know so the two of you can do the things you’ve always wanted to do before—”
“I can’t,” I say and my own words rip a hole through my chest. “I want everything to happen how it normally would and not be forced to happen sooner because of something else.”
She doesn’t like my answer, but she understands it.
We walk back out together and she’s smiling as much as she can for Camryn’s sake when we enter the living room again.
Camryn keeps her smile, too, but it’s plain in her face that she knows my mother has been crying.
Mom walks over to Camryn and instinctively Camryn stands up.
“I’m sorry I have to cut this visit short,” my mom says, taking Camryn into a hug, “but I received some unfortunate news about a family member while I was on the phone with Asher. I hope you’ll understand.”
“Of course,” Camryn says, her expression hardened by worry. She glances at me briefly. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you’ll be OK.”
My mom nods and pushes a smile through her teary eyes. “Thank you, honey. Have Andrew bring you back anytime; you’re always welcome here.”
“Thank you,” Camryn says softly and takes it upon herself to hug my mom again.
~~~
“Andrew, what was that all about?” she asks before I even get my car door shut.
I sigh and turn the key in the ignition. “It’s just sibling rivalry stuff,” I say, trying not to look at her next to me. I start the car and put the gear in reverse. “Mom gets upset when Aidan and I are fighting.”
“You’re lying.”
I am and I’ll continue to.
I look over at her briefly and back the car out onto the street.
“She just didn’t want to drag you into it,” I begin and the rest of the lie just starts to fall into place. “But it has everything to do with my father’s funeral. Notice she didn’t bring it up in front of you. Taking me into the back room to talk about it was her way of sparing you.”
She still doesn’t believe me, but I can tell she’s starting to.
“So, then what was this news about a family member?”
“There wasn’t any,” I say. “She just wanted to talk to me and I told her about the argument I had with Aidan on the phone before we left my apartment and it upset her.”
Camryn sighs and faces her window.
“My mom really likes you.”
She looks over. At first I get the feeling she wants to further the conversation about Aidan, but she drops it.
“Well she’s a very sweet woman,” Camryn says. “Maybe you and Aidan (she puts emphasis on his name as if she still doesn’t fully believe my lie) should try to get along better so you two don’t upset her so much.”
Although misplaced, it’s still not bad advice.
“Baby, look, I’m sorry; maybe I should’ve waited to bring you to meet her.”
“It’s OK,” she says and scoots over to sit next to me. “I’m glad you did. It made me feel…special.”
I think she believes me now, or maybe she’s just trying to push her gut feeling into the back of her mind because she realizes I’m not going to crack the truth anytime soon.
I slip my arm around her.
“Well you are special.”
She lays her head on my chest. “You didn’t tell her about leaving tomorrow.”
“I know, but I will. I might call her later tonight and fill her in.” I squeeze her gently. “Now that she’s met you and definitely loves you, I think she won’t be as worried about me doing something so abnormal.”
Camryn slips her hand in-between my thighs and smiles up at me. “Yeah, now I just have to tell my mom.” She lifts up suddenly like a thought just dawned on her. “I could just wait to tell her when we drive through North Carolina and drop in so you can meet her.”
That beautiful blue-eyed smile of hers is beaming.
I smile back and nod. “You want to take someone like me home to meet your mom? What if she takes one look at my tats and steals you away from me?” I joke.
“No way,” she says, laughing lightly. “If anything, she’ll be enamored by you.”
“Uh oh, gonna get me some cougar action!”
Her eyes bug out of her head and I throw my head back and laugh.
“Baby, I’m kidding!”
She snarls at me and takes a deep, aggravated breath, but she’s not hiding the humor from her face very well, either.
“Hey, have you ever…you know…?”
I stand up with her legs still wrapped around my waist, her ass propped within my hands and I carry her to the bedroom. I slip out of my clothes, all of them, and lay down in the center of the bed. I was rock-hard before I brought her in here. And I watch her as she slowly undresses in front of me, stripping not only her clothes but her usual shy demeanor. She crawls on top of me from the foot of the bed and positions herself on my lap so that I feel myself pressing in-between her warm lips below. She never takes her eyes off mine as she leans her body over to bring her mouth closer to mine, kissing my chest and circling my n**ples with the tip of her tongue. I keep the heat of her thighs underneath my hands until she kisses me and I reach up and fill them with her br**sts.
“You feel so good,” I whisper against her mouth just before she steals my breath with her kiss.
I press gently into her below and she presses back a little harder, teasing me and making me want to shove myself deep inside of her. But right now, she’s the one in control and I’ll gladly let her have it.
She breaks the kiss and then she kisses one side of my neck and then the other, always moving her h*ps so slowly that it makes me want her that much more.
“Let me get you wet first,” I whisper up at her, my hands locked around her little hips. She’s already wet, but that’s beside the point. “Crawl up here, baby,” I say, lifting my chin to indicate my face.