Taste of Peaches

17

I woke up to Delilah barking and tierdly made my way downstairs to find Jacques walking around with a confused look that just grew when he saw me.

"Mia? What the hell happened and why exactly am I here?" he asked with a guilty look and I tried to figure out what was making him so uncomfortable.

It was around then that I realized his eyes kept looking down at my lower thigh. When my gaze fell down there too I found a hickey that luckily must have been covered by the dress I wore at the baquet.

Awkwardly I went and hid behind the island counter while trying to get the blush to get off my face. Jacques still seemened very bothered and I couldn't help but feel really embarrassed.

When he finally spoke his words were quiet and a little breathless. "We didnt do... I mean have,-" he looked anywear but me as my eyes went big and I gasped in shock.

"Oh no. Umm... I mean we didnt have sex if thats what your asking." I said while hiding my face with my hands. "That's what you meant right?"

He just nodded while letting out a sigh of relief.

"I didnt make that umm... I-" I cut him off while violently shaking my head. "Oh no Jacques. You were just drunk and your hotel was past my house." I said while emaressdly making my way over to the fridge.

When I opened it up I realized that I had nofood so I turned around on the back of my heel looking back at Jacques. "Hey umm, do you wanna go to a bakery for breakfast or something... I don't have any food in the fridge and my friend Camila said there's this shop a few miles away from my house." I asked and saw him nod his head with a sceptical sigh.

As we walked out of the house and made our was to the bakery a grinned at him when he ordered a bagel and some coffe.

"You know Jacques I still want to know how you knew about that?" I asked and saw him look up at me with confusion before realization flooded his face.

"You mean the runway?" he asked and I just noded while taking a sip of my frapitiono. "My dad owns a few airlines in europe... when I was around 12 my mom showed me the runway. I guess it just stuck after that."

I genuenly smiled at him before taking in the bakery we were in.

"Where's your mom now?" I asked and saw him glance back down at the table in sadness. "You don't have to tell me. I mean it really isent-"

"Non, c'est bon. That's fine Mia... she divorced my dad when I was 15 and moved to Scotland. My dad got full custody of me and my sister, after that we just lost contact." I nodded at him sympathy while thinking of what to say.

"I know how losing a parent feels. Do you think you'll ever try to talk to her again?" I asked and saw him think about it after tensing for a second.

"I mean my sister blocked her out of her life after that... I mean she blamed our family splitting up on her but... maybe I will someday. I think I need that closer. Do you have a close relationship with your mom?" he asked and my eyes dropped back at my drink before I responded.

"She died around when I was five... overdose. She was a really shitty mom but-" I took a sip of my drink before continuing. "My dad remaried like five months after her death to Alana my step mom. When I was twelve they had my brothers, I don't know if I can ever call her my mom but for those first 5 years after her death she was constantly there for me."

I could feel myself getting emotional while a tear slipped down my cheek. "Hey Mia. It's ok." Jacques said while grabbing my hand in an attempt to comfort me.

"Ive never told anyone that before who wasnt there to watch me go through it. But if you want to go talk to your mom now don't wait... even if you're scared you should talk to her no matter what other people choose to do. Because I know for a fact that if my mom was still alive I would want to at least know why." I saw him nodd to himself before interlacing our fingers and bringing them up to his lips.

"Who knew we could bond over our traumatic childhoods." I muttered out while laughing when Jacques tried to suppress a smile that was forming on his lips.

"Qui savait. à de nouveaux amis." He said while picking up his mug in a toast.

"To new friends." I said while clicking our glasses together and taking a sip.

-

"Bye Jacques!" I yelled out the window after starting to drive away. After having breakfast together I had dropped him off at his hotel and was now headed to a mid day lecture I had.

When I finally got there and walked in the classroom was full and I just decided to sit in the back next to a kid I didnt requgnize. "Welcome kids please get out our work from last week about plotting eagles and such. Where doing a revue."

When I pulled out the paper from my binder with the work me and Alessandro did the first thing I noticed was a sketch of a race car in the corner of the page done with red pen.

There was a little note next to it with a heart...

Alessandro

I love your beautiful eyes.

The note said and I just smiled while taking my attention off of it and looking back to the professor. The day passes like that and the second I got home I collapsed on the couch after feeding Delilah and fell right asleep.

I didnt know why I felt so tired but it felt good to just fall asleep.

I woke up with a throbbing headache while groggiling walking to the bathroom for some aspirin. Slowly making my way over to the medicine cabinet I couldn't help but grasp my body in pain as I leaned against the wall for support.

Needless to say two days had past since then and I still felt really sick while having a fever.

I was at the moment laying on my bed when my phone started to ring and I reluctantly picked it up.

"Hey Mia." I heard Alessandro say and it brought an instant smile to my face.

"Hey..."I said in a week scratchy voice.

"What's rong?" His entire mood changed the second he heard my voice. "I'm sick..." I muttered out and heard a commotion on the other side of the phone before he spoke again.

"I'll come over. Give me an hour." He spoke in a demanding tone and I was about to shut him down entel he hung up not even giving me a chance to tell him no.

"What the hell." I stated while collapsing back on the bed with a loud sigh.

The truth was I really did want him to come over. I didnt want him to get sick, but it felt nice to have someone that cared about me close.

Even if it wouldnt last.

Even if he would eventually pull away... like they always did. And find somebody else, better.

I still liked having that comfort.