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“I don’t think so, buddy,” I chuckled. “I know how you are. And you snore. I don’t want to hear that tonight. I want a peaceful sleep so that I can think about what the hell just happened here.”
I wasn’t angry or rude with him. My tone was playful and curious. I was sure he had questions of his own but knowing Brayden, he didn’t care about the consequences as long as he was with me.
“Right,” he said. “I should think about this too then, huh?”
“Yes. Yes, you should,” I said. “That was pretty intense.”
By intense, I was referring to him finishing inside of me. We got too carried away. The sex was something I'd wanted for a long time, but the aftermath of the sex wasn’t something I wanted at all.
I was a nervous wreck when I went to bed that night. I kept thinking about getting pregnant and what I would do with a baby. I didn’t want children, nor did I want to tell Brayden that I was worried I might get pregnant. The last thing I wanted to do was get his hopes up about us having a future when I wasn’t sure what I wanted with him.
Chapter Thirteen ~ Brayden
My night with Mia had me feeling energized the next day. It happened so fast and out of nowhere, neither of us had time to stop and ask ourselves how we’d feel afterward. She kind of stayed in her room; away from me. While I felt more fulfilled than I had in a long time.
“What happened here?”
Olga and her assistant arrived just in time. My bandages were unraveling from the friction of sex with Mia, so they needed to be replaced.
“Rough night,” I said. “You came just in time.”
I must have had a different glow that day, because Olga smiled at me like she knew there was more to my story.
“Well, I guess I did come just in time,” she said. “We’ll get these legs rewrapped and get on with some leg strengthening activities, so you don’t go too limp.”
I was limp alright. At least, until I saw Mia for the first time since the night before. She was dressed in a yellow sundress, and had her hair tied in a bun. Her tan skin was flawlessly glowing in the sunlight and suddenly, I felt myself rising.
“Hi there,” she smiled and waved at Olga.
“Well, hello,” Olga gleamed. “Aren’t you absolutely gorgeous?”
Mia smiled and blushed as she received her compliments. When the excitement was over and she had a chance to address me, she let me know that she would be out for the day and to let her know if I needed her to bring anything home. Of course, I knew she was referring to our home for the summer, but it had a ring to it.
“Okay,” I said. “If I think of anything I'll let you know.”
She stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at me like there was something on her mind. I felt a tug at my heartstrings prompting me to ask her what was wrong, but I couldn’t form the words.
The look in her eyes was a worried look. Love was also there. Care and concern. Maybe even a little bit of reminiscence. For a moment I couldn’t see past all of her beauty, but then it hit me.
“Mia,” I stopped her just as she turned to leave. “We can talk about it when you get back.”
A soft smile crossed her face, and she nodded her head. Just before the tear that formed in her eye fell, she turned away and headed for the door. Something about her softness moved me in a way that I hadn’t been moved in a long time. I wanted to change. I wanted to be better. For her.
“I feel a bit of love in the air,” Olga said once Mia was gone.
“No, seriously,” her assistant chimed in. “That feeling was intense.”
“What?” I laughed. “What are you guys talking about? You're supposed to be helping me with my legs, not checking the air for love spells. So, can we get to work?”
After a long, painful day of getting my legs scraped and cleaned, and strengthened through physical therapy, I was free to relax. Uncle Joe had called to check in after a while. He called right on time too, because it gave me a chance to ask him some questions about Trent and where he was.
“Did Mia put you up to this?” Uncle Joe asked. “You know I'll do what I can to help locate him, I just don't want you falling down this rabbit hole again.”
Uncle Joe loved Trent like he was family. But he knew how much his absence affected me. I was a wreck when I lost my best friend, and still was for years after. Trent may have been doing the time physically, but I was mentally doing it with him.
“No,” I said. “I mean, yeah, she’s here to find him but I do want to help. Trent is still my best friend. Besides, I think helping her find him will take a load off of us both.”
The phone was silent for a moment, but Uncle Joe agreed to make some calls on our behalf. He tried to do whatever he thought would make me happy. Sometimes I wondered why Uncle Joe was so nice to me; why he treated me like I was his own son. Whenever I would ask him, he’d ignore the question and start talking about something. So, eventually, I quit asking.
