I glanced down at my lap for a minute, buried in thought.
"Abigail." I looked up at Flor's words, found his eyes focused on me, the swelling around the left side of his face finally having gone down enough that I could get the full force of his gaze again. "Do you know why I gave you that tattoo?" I stayed staring at him, unable to move, to get out a single word past my suddenly swollen tongue. "Because it represented some sort of twisted hope that I'd never let myself have." He looked away, towards the darkened hallway and we both listened for the sound of our parents' footsteps, like we were in high school, trading gossip again in the cloak of darkness. "Honestly? I'd been hoping that at some point, our parents would break up." I raised an eyebrow. Never once had I thought that would ever happen. I mean, my dad and River were hopelessly in love, head over heels crazy for it. I wouldn't wish that fate on them … or would I? Because if they had broken up, then Flor and I might've been free to try this thing out. As it stood, this new baby of theirs pretty much guaranteed that there'd be little hope of that ever happening, not without a hitch. "I thought maybe, one day, we could … I don't know." He sighed. "Never mind. Forget I even brought it up."
I bit my lip and turned so that I was facing him, putting my own feet on the couch and stretching out my legs, one on either side of his right leg.
"You'd hoped for that and yet you said if you had a magic wand, you'd wave it just to get rid of these feelings." I knew I was pushing him, but I couldn't help myself. It was always this back and forth with Flor, and I was desperate for answers. We'd taken this to a point where we had two choices: try it out or let it go. I was fighting for the former while he seemed resigned to the latter.
"Because it hurts too fucking much," he breathed, voice dark and low. "I feel like there's a knife lodged in my chest and every day that I see you, that I can't touch you, somebody turns it a full rotation. I'm bleeding from the inside out, Abi."
Tears strung my eyes, but I didn't know what to say to make it better. He feels the same way I do. I'd been waiting years to find out if that was true or not.
"I love you, Flor," I said again and tried not to be hurt that he cringed at the words. "And I've been hurting since the day I met you." I don't know what I expected to happen, but I certainly didn't think he'd lean forward the way he did, pushing my legs back and moving in until our lips were inches apart.
"I shouldn't be doing this, but hell if I know how to stop myself." Flor's mouth closed on mine and I gasped at the tenderness in his touch, so different from the last few times we'd kissed, when he felt hungry and desperate and almost angry. He raised a hand and cupped the nape of my neck, pulling me towards him until our chests met and our tongues tangled together. Just beyond the sweetness of his touch, I could feel that desire boiling, tightening the muscles along his back and arms and shoulders. But for whatever reason, he held it in, keeping that same firm but gentle touch on my neck. It was possessive in a way I'd only dreamed of. I felt in that moment that I was his and he was mine. I knew it was too good to be true, but I gave into the feeling anyway, sighing and relaxing against his warmth.
When his left hand slid up my thigh and his fingers curled around the waistband of my pajama pants – and my panties – I wasn't surprised. I felt that need for him roiling hot inside of me, a certain rightness that washed away all of the doubt and the shame, just for this single second. If it faded tomorrow, left me with another guilty spot on my conscious, I wouldn't care.
Flor pulled my pants down to mid thigh and then leaned me back against the arm of the couch and the cluster of decorative pillows my stepmom loved so much. With an aching tenderness that caused my breath to catch in my throat, he touched me there with his left hand, fingers sliding across the wetness that he'd wrought with those sharp green eyes and those lips and … my thoughts seemed to trail off into nothing as Flor inserted two fingers, using those tattooed hands of his to bring me to the edge of pleasure in seconds, curling them just right, touching me just so. I moaned into his mouth, aware in the back of my mind that if we were caught, we'd blow any chance of having a sympathetic ear with either of our parents.
But I didn't care.
I let Flor thrust his fingers into me, again and again, while his breathing grew hoarse and ragged against mine, his chest pressed into my breasts, his lips on my jaw, my ear, my throat. I wrapped my own fingers around his neck, felt the silky brush of his hair as I relaxed into his touch and let the wave crest and break over me. My cry of triumph was cut short by Flor's mouth as my body convulsed around his hand, wishing there was something else of his inside of me.
"Flor," I whispered, breath coming in short little gasps, but he didn't let me finish, pushing my pants back into place and lifting me from the couch like I weighed nothing at all. He carried me up the stairs and straight into his bedroom, shutting the door with his shoulder and setting me down before turning the lock.
Moonlight streamed in through the curtain-less window, staining the floor with silver light as Flor and I regarded each other, my body warm and still tingling from his touch.
"If our parents," I whispered, but Flor cut me off again, stepping forward and tangling his fingers in my curls. I raised my right hand and traced the scar on his chin, felt the roughness of the skin there and then leaned up on my toes to kiss it. Flor made a small sound under his breath as I breathed in his scent, that perfect tang of citrus mixed with something spicier, more masculine. I could drown in his smell and die happy.
"They won't," he responded, and even though the threat was still there, the fear of discovery, I let him take me into his arms and kiss me again, pausing only to pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. I leaned into him, running my hands down the perfection of his belly, flicking my tongue against his lip rings. When I dug my fingers into his jeans pocket in an effort to pull him closer, I found a lacy bit of something shoved in there. Upon further inspection, I discovered it was the missing pair of purple panties.
"What the hell are you doing with these?" I asked as he trailed his fingertips over my collarbone and then paused to press a kiss to my nose ring.
"Good luck charm."
His mouth found mine again, like he could barely stand to be separated. When his fingers found my hip bones, slid across the ink of my tattoo, I dropped my head back, allowing his lips the freedom to explore my throat and jawline.
Flor made me feel something I never wanted to let go of, a type of passion that curled my toes and made my insides ache. But he also filled another void, a deeper part of me that was always looking for his approval, his smile, his laughter.
I undid the button on his jeans and he let me, staring down at me with those sharp eyes of his, bright even the dimness of the room. I didn't know what he was thinking and that scared me.
"Should we have told them?" he asked suddenly, reaching down and taking my wrists in his long, strong fingers. I didn't have an answer for that, so I shook my head, my hands suddenly beginning to tremble. I knew all the things I wanted to do with Flor, that I'd dreamed about doing to Flor, but being here and getting the opportunity to do it was terrifying. I knew how many women he'd been with and could only wonder if I'd measure up.
"I don't know," I whispered back, praying that my parents were asleep in the room at the end of the hall. "Maybe." I waited for him to keep talking. Getting Flor to actually work through his problems was rare – especially when it came to me. If we were making any progress here, I needed it to happen, even if I'd rather he was naked on the bed. "What would you have done? What would you have told them? That you love me? Or that you slept with me?" I paused. "Or both." I kept my eyes on Flor's jeans and not on his face.
"I don't know," he answered honestly as I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans down with me. I was going to touch Flor the best way I knew how, give him everything I had and then some, let him touch me, let him feel the feelings I'd been keeping inside for so long. I'd been trying to let them out slowly, but that achy leak was becoming too much. I wanted to pour my love and my affection for him out into the world and just see what happened. I wanted him to put his arms around me and never think of another girl again.