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Prelude: family affair parte nueve: chapter one
We agreed to meet for dinner at a cozy little Japanese restaurant nearby. I was looking forward to it, not just because I’d finally get to satisfy my sushi craving, but because I was curious to see him again.
I was excited but also a little cautious. Sushi is a weakness of mine but since I’m out on my date, I would need to be on my best behavior. I didn’t want to scare him off just yet by turning into a sushi monster Godzilla. So I mentally prepped myself to eat like a civilized human.
When I spotted him in the parking lot, the first thing I noticed was his long-sleeved shirt. And for a second, I wondered, was I too obvious last time? Maybe I had stared too long at his very hairy Greek arms. I thought I was being inconspicuous, but maybe I was too busy mesmerized by the sheer fur on this man to notice if he’d caught me.
We ordered a mix of nigiri and rolls and settled into conversation. It came easy, as we went from topic to topic. He asked about my work, I asked about his travels, and at some point, we found ourselves talking about the future.
“Do you want kids?” he asked.
I paused for a moment, then shook my head. “No. I can barely take care of myself. And besides… I’m the baby.”
He looked at me with a frown on his face, it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. I’ve seen that look a few times from other previous dates. Then, a little wistfully, he said, “We’d have beautiful children, you know.”
It was sweet, but definitely too early. I smiled and said, “Maybe. But I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding someone to impregnate.”
For a second, I saw something shift behind his eyes, like a quiet recalibration. He didn’t push. Just nodded, then smoothly changed the subject.
“Have you ever tried shishito peppers?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
He raised a brow, teasing. “What kind of East Asian are you?”
I laughed. “Apparently the kind that eats mostly fish and ignores anything else unless it’s fried tempura.”
He grinned and ordered a plate anyway. When it arrived, he bit into one like it was his favorite thing on earth and then nudged me to try. I gave in. And, surprisingly, they were good—smoky, just the right amount of kick. I ate a couple of more peppers and then watched him happily eat the rest of them.
Since he’d paid for our Thai food last time, I insisted on covering this one. He asked if I wanted dessert, but I turned him down—more because I was comfortably full at the time. Overeating makes me feel bloated and feeling bloated does not make me feel sexy, that’s for sure.
After dinner, he walked me to my car. I reached out for a casual goodbye handshake but instead, he gently took my arm, pulled me in, and wrapped me into a tight hug.
Then he pulled back just slightly, cupped my face, and kissed me.
It caught me off guard—because I wasn’t expecting that at all. His lips were soft, his hands steady, one resting gently at my back. I leaned into it, just for a moment, letting myself forget everything else. Then I felt his erection pressing lightly against me.
That was my cue to pull away. I stepped back, caught his gaze, and smiled. “Thanks for tonight. I had a really great time.”
He looked at me like he didn’t want to say goodbye yet. “When can I see you again?”
I replied, “Text me later—we’ll figure something out.”
As I walked to my car, I could feel my body feeling warm and my heart rate felt slightly elevated.
By the time I slid into the driver’s seat, I let out a slow exhale, trying to gather my thoughts. Before I could even put the car in drive, my phone buzzed.
“Sweet dreams, Miss Mexico.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled. I guess that’s his nickname for me now—probably because my Spanish is halfway decent. It was a little ridiculous, but also… kinda cute.
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