With Kaden's dad taking sentry in Kaden's guest bedroom, he decided to stay the weekend with me. We ducked our phones and responsibilities and lazed in my bed with Chinese food and old movies. I went to bed in his arms on Saturday and woke up Sunday with his tongue in my pussy. Not a bad wake-up call, if I may say so myself. This is how every weekend should be.
"My dad wants me to come home for dinner tonight. Talk shit through."
I roll over in bed so that we're both facing each other. The mid-afternoon sun is peeking through my blinds leaving shaded stripes across his perfectly sculpted shoulders.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
The look on his face is more unguarded than I think I've seen him in a long time, if ever. His eyes hold the depth of someone who has a story to tell. A life that hasn't been easy to live. An artist.
