Nita
"What if they don't like me?" I question as Sorin walks over and opens the passenger door for me. I grab ahold of his stretched out hand, and he places our interlocked hands inside his jean pocket.
"What if they do like you? You need to stop focusing on the negative out comes." His voice comes out extremely soft as he places a kiss on the top of my head, and I feel my legs turn into jelly.
"Sure thing William Shakespeare." I stick my tongue out at him, and he uses his spare hand to pinch my upper arm. He presses his lips to the bridge of my nose, and he pulls me into a passionate long lasting kiss on my lips.
"Why are you being like this?" I ask as we slowly make our way to the front door. He raises a single eyebrow, looking at me with a face full of confusion.
"Why are you kissing me and holding my hand?" He crouched down and kisses my temple with his warm lips. "Because...I enjoy it?" he says, a slight amount of hesitation in his voice.
"Okay." I murmur whilst I take my hand away from his, and put some space between us. Maybe I should listen to myself and distance myself from him, just like his ex-girlfriend said.
Before Sorin can lift his hand to knock on the door, a man perhaps a year or two older than me and Sorin answers the door and gives Sorin a filthy look.
"I know you miss me, I'm your fucking favourite sibling," Sorin says sarcastically, whilst barging past him knocking the man into the wall.
"I'm sorry about Sorin; I assume you're Nita." I nod my head up and down and reach out to shake his extended hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Noah."
I can detect the difference between him and Sorin because of their minor differences. Noah has a more defined jawline with a hint of stubble, slightly darker blue eyes that aren't as captivating as his, and neatly gelled hair.
I'm not complaining; perhaps if I went for the 'clean shaven' boys more often, I wouldn't have as many heartbreaks.
I give a tiny shake of my head, trying not to think of Mason right now. When Noah motions for me to walk behind him, I take a deep breath and enter the house.
Another of Sorin's brothers grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. He was correct; this family knows no boundaries. For all they know, I may be a serial killer.
"Carlos! Let the poor girl go," a feminine voice says, yanking 'Carlos' from the hug. She chuckles as she speaks. Sorin, Carlos, and Noah all have the exact opposite appearance. I'm presuming she's their mother because she's clearly older. I believe he has a younger sister, based on what I've learned. I know Charli is his elder sister, but that isn't her voice at all.
I don't know wether his parents are still in his life.
As I once mentioned I love how it's not nessercery for us to discuss our past. Wether my parents are alive or dead is still an unanswered question to him, and I'll love to keep it that way.
But he's introducing me to his family. Into his private space where his childhood bedroom lays, his past is buried deep into the walls of this home.
I know there's still a chance that Sorin still talks to my older brother Koji, but I highly doubt. The rare times Koji had called and face timed during college -which was exactly twice- I had only seen Sorin once in the background of a FaceTime, he smiled at me and it looked like he was packing to go somewhere.
