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The sun warmedagainst Blossom’s bare ass from where she lay sprawled out in SynTanner’s bed. Her legs were spread apart, her insides still quaking and throbbing from SynTanner’s loving. She couldn’t help but groan in delight, still feeling the shape of him inside of her, just as he wanted. Turning over, Blossom was ready to snuggle next to SynTanner but found the space where he occupied empty. Her eyes opened. She looked around the room. He was gone.
“Tanner?!” She sat up quickly. Scooting out of the bed, she winced slightly but she was paying more attention to the fact that fear was starting to creep into her. Where was he?
Limping to the bedroom door, she opened it and peered out. Only when the door was open did she inhale the rich scent of brewing coffee. She heard SynTanner walking around downstairs, his deep voice sounding off lowly as if he was on the phone. Resting her head against the doorframe she pulled in a trembling breath. Just one night of amazing sex and she was panicking when he wasn’t near her.
Knowing that he was just right downstairs, Blossom retreated back to his bedroom. She had to get a hold of herself. Since she was already awake, she straightened his sheets and made the bed completely. Once his bed was made, she went into his bathroom, the scene of the crime. Even looking at the shower made her smile and blush. He had done criminal things to her body. It was a crime for one man to give so much damn pleasure. And he was single?! Blossom couldn’t even believe it.
Blossom took a shower, reminiscing in the pleasures she experienced the previous night. It almost made her completely forget her troubles completely, as if she was already starting a new life with SynTanner. If they could just get rid of Chance, or if Chance could just leave her the hell alone, she could surely move on. That’s what she wanted the most in that moment. Besides SynTanner himself.
After her shower, Blossom used the toothbrush and towel SynTanner left on the counter next to the sink. She brushed her teeth and washed her face thoroughly. Her hair was a hot mess so she brushed it up into a ponytail, letting wisps of hair fall around the front and side of her face. She didn’t have anything to put on, so the only choice she had was searching through SynTanner’s drawers for another t-shirt. In any case, she actually liked wearing his shirts. They made her feel small but they smelled of laundry detergent and his musk and that alone was comforting.
“I smell coffee,” Blossom sang as she skated into the kitchen. The gaze of an older woman landed right on Blossom. Her eyes widened, seeing Blossom appear in the kitchen dressed in only a t-shirt.
“You’re awake. I didn’t hear you up there,” SynTanner said. He looked between the woman and Blossom.
“Yeah, I smelled coffee,” Blossom replied.
“Momma, this is Blossom. The woman I was telling you about? Blossom, this is my mother.”
“Hi—nice to meet you,” Blossom stammered. She entered the kitchen, reaching her hand out.
“Oh, don’t be so formal! Call me Santana!” The older woman wrapped her arms around Blossom, hugging her. Even standing at 5’2, she looked like a matriarch who took no funny business but also comforted as hard as she would scold.
“Tanner, you didn’t do this woman justice. She’s gorgeous!” Santana exclaimed. Blossom looked at SynTanner sharply. She distinctively remembered SynTanner laughing when she called him Tanner. Was it because that was what his mother called him?
“I told you she was pretty, momma,” SynTanner said as he poured Blossom a cup of coffee. Santana pulled Blossom to sit around the island with her.
“Come, tell me you're in love with my son?” Santana asked, her gold eyes twinkling. SynTanner slammed down the coffee pot.
“Momma!” he screeched. “I begged you not to do that when she came down here and you said you wouldn’t!”
“Oh, come on boy, I’m your momma you should have known I was lying,” she waved him off, her southern accent coming on full force.
“Ignore her Blossom.” SynTanner smiled as he placed a coffee mug in front of her.
“Plate her some of those eggs and the toast,” Santana urged her son. “You eat sausage dear?”
“Um yes, I like sausage.”
“Put some of the links on that plate too.” She watched her son plate up some food.
“No, baby, give her more than that—you know what I’ll do it. You would have thought growing up in my house you would have learned how to move in the damn kitchen and plate a good amount of food for a woman,” she scolded him. SynTanner moved to the side. When he looked at Blossom, he made a face behind his mother’s back and stuck his tongue out at her. Blossom covered her mouth to stifle her giggle.
“Here sweetheart. Knowing my son, he probably gave you a workout last night. You need to eat good.” SynTanner slapped his hands over his face.
“Momma,” he groaned. Santana sat a plate piled with food in front of Blossom.
“What?” she asked her son.
“Why are you like this? Just why? And how the hell do you know what I did to her?”
“Because she’s a gorgeous woman like I said and I didn’t raise no fool you ain’t dumb enough to not try and keep this woman.”
“All you ever do is embarrass me momma, I swear,” SynTanner groaned.
“What?! I didn’t even mention that time I caught you in my house screwing that little fast ass girl I told you to stay away from when you were in high school!”
“Jesus take the wheel,” SynTanner groaned. Blossom laughed. Even if SynTanner was embarrassed, Blossom loved the relationship he shared with his mother.
