[Book #2 in the Nystrom series]
[18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and close...
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- ROWAN'S POV -
MY UNCLE'S EYES widen, "Woah," He whispers when he sees me entering my parents' home, "You grew up fast!"
I smile when he tries to hug me and almost suffocates me to death before patting me on the back.
"I am twenty-three, not a kid anymore." I chuckle and move away from my uncle as I see him shake his head.
"Good to see you again, Rowan." Camilla, my aunt, interrupts, giving me a brief embrace and making me smile.
As I watch my mom wave at me from behind my aunt and uncle, I smile before moving myself away once more, "It is good to see you again too,"
I notice Ivy sitting at the table as they head into the dining area before she stands up and nods at me.
While my dad directs my aunt and uncle to the table with a variety of foods, my mom beams at me and asks, "How is everything going, my son?"
"Good," I whisper as I observe how her smile expands before becoming a smirk, "Ivy told me you have been spending a lot of time with some girl?"
As soon as my mother says those words, I look over at Ivy's grinning face.
I am going to kill Ivy.
"Really? I do not remember that," I put on a phony smile because I have not spent a lot of time with Aya- Amaya. I merely interacted with her.
"Is she kind?" My mom asks as the corner of my mouth twitches upward. I appreciate that my mom judges based on personality rather than appearance.
"Very," As I brush the thought away and clear my throat, I realize that I am grinning at the thoughts.
"But I have not spent that much time with her," I say as I see my mom nod, "What is her name?"
"Amaya," I mumble, and my mom nods. Her eyes are slightly narrow, but then she chuckles and shakes her head.
"Let's sit, shall we?" She adds, and I nod, ready to sit down before my phone rings.
