The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

49. New year new things

MJ

We sit there silently, hands intertwined, gazing at the room that has been both our safe haven and battleground.

"I'm quitting basketball," Sonia says, her eyes distant.

"No, you can't do that."

"Why not? And stop telling me what to do."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I just mean, I don’t want you to make such a big decision because of my actions."

Her lips curve into a small smile as she squeezes my hand. "I wish it was because of you, but it’s not. I just want to focus on school and my new part-time job," she says, meeting my gaze.

I lean back against the wall. "You don’t have to get a job—"

"MJ, this is my life, and I need to take responsibility for it."

"Fine," I huff. "What’s your new job?"

"I got a barista job at our favorite café. It’s enough to cover my extra bills and exam fees. Plus, it fits perfectly with my new schedule."

I take a deep breath, willing myself to feel happy for Sonia. My therapist, though annoying at times, might actually know what she’s doing.

"I’m really happy for you," I mumble.

Relief washes over her face as she moves closer to me. "I’m happy you made up with your dad."

"Me too." I wrap my arms around her, resting my head on top of hers.

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Under Sonia’s instructions, we’ve been celibate, and the first month has gone surprisingly smoothly. She successfully quit basketball and has settled into her new job. I stop by the café whenever she’s working to grab a coffee. She pretends to be annoyed, but I know she’s happy.

What’s really eating at me is the thought of her meeting up with Kian this evening. My nerves are shot. What if she realizes she still loves him?

I push the thought aside, reminding myself how many times Sonia has proven her love for me. She’s forgiven me for screwing up her life—more than once, if I’m being honest.

She gets into the car, fastening her seatbelt. "Hey, you."

"Hey."

I try to sound upbeat, but Sonia isn’t buying it.

"Are we going to have a problem, MJ?" she asks, her tone pointed.

I sigh, already dreading this conversation. "Are we?"

"I’d like to believe not."

"Then we won’t," I murmur, my voice soft.

I drive off campus and head toward Serena, where the meeting is set to take place. The car ride is tense, the silence thick.

"I’m glad you came with me," she says eventually.

I nod, though the knot in my chest grows tighter with every passing moment. I love Sonia to the moon and back; I’d give her my life if I could. But taking her to see Kian feels like handing a dog a bone and hoping it won’t eat it.

I park the car and open her door, taking her hand as we walk inside. The Airbnb is bustling but not overly crowded, with just enough people to give it an air of casual elegance.

"What now?" I ask.

"We clear the past and move on."

Kian is already inside, lounging on a couch and sipping champagne like he owns the place.

"Hey, lil sis," he greets, his tone dripping with condescension.

"Let’s just get this over with," I grunt, dropping onto a couch.

Sonia stands still, her gaze fixed on Kian. Her silence is sharp, and I can feel the tension in the air. Just when I think it’s gone on too long, she speaks.

"You’re an idiot," she says, her voice cold. "Not for hurting me, but for hurting MJ. She’s your sister, and you left her out to dry like she was nothing."

What the hell is happening?

"Sonia, I thought—"

"No, let her speak," Kian interrupts, an amused smirk on his face.

"So no, I didn’t come here to tell you how badly you hurt me. I came to tell you what a piece of shit you are. While MJ might not be perfect, at least she doesn’t pretend to be a saint. So do us all a favor—stop acting like a total jerk and reconcile with her. Not many people get what you have."

"Are you done?" he asks, unfazed.

"Yeah. I’ll be waiting in the car."

I’m still stunned by what just happened. Sonia didn’t come here for closure for herself—she did it for me. I blink a few times, trying to process it all. Damn it, and to think I was even mad at her earlier.

"That was—"

I shake my head and walk toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Kian calls after me.

"Away from you."

"I'm going to call you," he says.

I hurry down to the car, and sure enough, Sonia is sitting there, waiting.

"Hey, did you—?" she starts, but I don’t let her finish.

I lean in and press my lips to hers.

"I love you," I whisper against her lips.

She chuckles wrapping her arms around my neck. I didn't know what I did to deserve her but I'm glad I do. "I want you," I whisper, trailing kisses from her lips to neck. She whimpers the sound making my core throb.

"We're outside," she says, her eyes closed.

"The car has tinted windows."

I open the back seat letting her fall on the leather sits. She removes her top her eyes dancing with desire.

"God I missed this," she says, my hands kneading her thighs. "Huh, depending on how long you made us stay without sex I highly doubt that."

She giggles unlocking her brassiere and her breasts fall. I haven't touched Sonia in three months and now that I can I think I'm going to go nuts.

"Take off your clothes," she says, nibbling on her lower lip. She doesn't have to tell me twice.

I bunch her skirt to her waist to reveal red lacy pants without thinking I pull them down and glide my finger up and down her clit.

"Already wet for me."

She giggles arching her body to my touch, my tongue laps around her juices my fingers moving in and out of her core. Slow moans fill the space and all I can think about is how much I want to strap her.

I climb on top of her my lips connecting with hers. "I think we should do sometime new this year," I mumble.

"Like what?" She asks in between breaths.

"Like straps and —"

Her eyes snap open but I don't stop. "Oh."

I arch my fingers hitting that spot she likes. "Yeah, new year new things."

"Oh, okay."