THE LEFTOVERS

52. Wait

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," James smiled teasingly, lifting up your chin.

You laughed as you tried to hide your face within your hair, but James just blew it away. He loved you more than words could describe. It was so easy, so natural to be in love with you. Here you two were laying naked on the couch, on a Saturday. It was the perfect setting. What made it better was knowing he had another day with you, that the two of you could spend exactly the same. He let his hand brush gently through your hair. He just wanted to hold you in peace.

"I will not say, I did not enjoy it," you giggled as your hands wrapped around his neck.

"C'mon," James teased as he kissed your lips.

You moved your face to the side playfully, trying to make it difficult for his lips to touch yours, But James just adjusted his hands to hold you in place, as he stole another kiss from you. The second he gave you one kiss, you very willingly let yourself kiss him. Over, and over and over again, his hands wrapped around your back as he lifted you up, so you sat on his lap. You suddenly stopped kissing him, as your head tilted to the side, clearly thinking deeply.

"You know, we should tell my mother," You whispered.

James held his breath for a second. He couldn't calculate if that was a good or a bad thing. Mostly, anything involving your parents ended up being a bad thing. It had been so much nicer, now that they hadn't been in your life for some months. Peaceful. James let his hands rest on your upper thigh. He was afraid to speak, not knowing the right answer.

"I don't want to, but I'm afraid they'll figure it out the wrong way," You whispered.

James looked up to the roof, he didn't know how to ask this question correct.

"But what do you think they would say? How would they react?" James asked.

It appeared to you now, that James didn't seem too eager to tell your parents what's been going on between the two of you either. Not that it surprised you. Last time he had spoken to them was when the two of you basically stormed out, of course he didn't feel eager to jump back in with them, however it didn't change the fact that they were your parents, you still felt obligated to speak to them. You had not met them properly since the blow out, but you had small word exchanges here and there.

"I don't get why you're nervous, they love you," You whispered as you leaned over to grab your top to get dressed.

James watched you and got dressed. He just didn't get the point of telling them. The second they knew he feared they would try to interfere again, and trap you into this sad bubble and he refused to see you there. You could choose to be happy, and this felt like a deliberate decision in the opposite direction. Like you chose a tragedy. He stood up and took on his boxer, his hands rested on his hips.

"I just want them to know, I don't think their reaction truly matters," you said looking over to him.

He nodded slowly. You were right about one thing, their reaction did not matter. James slowly walked over to you as he wrapped his hands around your waist. He looked down at your innocent adorable face. He couldn't bear the idea of being the reason for your sadness. The two of you had also agreed to take it slow. It wasn't like they were suddenly gonna get it pushed in their face in the news of your relationship. James was a government secret, at best some paparazzi caught you going in and out, but no one connected the two. In that way you were protected.

"We agreed to live in the moment, let's just try to keep it that way, when it's natural to tell them we will," James said, as he leaned down kissing your lips.

Guess he was right. It was no reason to rush anything between the two of you. You smiled lightly as you kissed him back.