Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 6

Arabella

How embarrassing.

Not only did I squeal like a prepubescent girl in front of an insanely attractive man, but my brothers followed me here.

"Ay dios mio," I mutter under my breath. My brothers make their way over here. My eldest brother, Roberto, raises an eyebrow at my situation. I refuse to let go of Harry's hand.

It's a second date and he hasn't made a single move on me besides grabbing my hand, and he was nervous about that. He's a nice guy and my brothers should see that.

Alfonso speaks first. "¿Qué demonios estás haciendo con este chico blanco?"
(What the hell are you doing with this white boy?) Jamie chuckles and asks the same thing.

"Ay, no puedo ir en las fechas solo ahora?" (I can't go on dates alone now?"

Jesus raises an eyebrow. "Pero él le está tocando. ¿Ya tiene relaciones sexuales?" (But he's touching you. Did you already have sex?)

I tug Harry along. He smiles politely at my brothers as I pull him away before they get anymore embarrassing. They're all in their thirties already, I'm the last born and last to get married. And since our family is so close everyone is looking for a partner for me.

Preferably a man of some color.

Little do they know, I like me some white boys.

Harry pulls me to a stop. His green eyes capture mine for a moment before he smiles, making me look at his beautiful white teeth.

How can a man look so pretty?

"You know I speak spanish, right?"

My face bursts into flames. He heard everything. I might faint. His smile grows at my discomfort, but it's one of those smiles you need to see to feel better.

"H-How?" I stutter. I run a hand through my curls, probably ruining a few in the process. His eyes linger on my hair for a moment.

He gives me a crooked smile. "I lived in Puerto Rico for all of college. I caught on eventually."

"My mother is Puerto Rican. My father is the Cuban one."

"You sound like you have quite the family," he chuckles. My blush deepens just thinking about what happened minutes ago. "Don't worry, as a white boy I won't judge."

I groan and bury my face in my hands. "Oh my God. They're so embarrassing."

"Don't worry. They're just watching out for you."

I shake my head. He wouldn't understand how protective they are. Nobody is good enough for me. Nothing can change their minds. If it was okay they'd set me up with someone. But they know how much of a fit I'd have.

Besides, I like vanilla over caramel any day.

"Let's go. The movie probably already started."

We head into the correct theatre and take seats in the back. Harry awkwardly puts his arm around the back of my seat in the middle of the movie. Inwardly I smile, he's an adorably awkward man and I can't wait until I have the guts to kiss him.

Kissing is pretty important in a developing relationship. My mami always says that if his kisses aren't better than those of papi's then he's a piece of shit and doesn't deserve my time.

And who doesn't love getting kissed on the cheek by their dad?

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As expected the movie was hilarious. I nearly bust a vein laughing when his baby hand came onto screen earlier in the movie.

My date silently tosses out our trash. It's only three o'clock and I have nothing else planned. Secretly, I don't want to go home. But if Harry doesn't want to go out I guess I'll have to suck it up.

"There's always a play running in the park. Wanna catch one?" He asks after a few moments of silence. I've never been to one of those free walk in plays.

It could be fun.

"Yes. Let's go. But first I want to get ice cream."

I lead him to the same ice cream shop we stopped at on our first date. The man who took our orders before is currently standing before us. He smiles at the both of us before asking what we'd like.

Harry requests the same thing he got last time: a chocolate waffle cone with triple chocolate sorbet. I look through the menu quickly deciding what I want.

"Soft serve vanilla with caramel syrup and rainbow sprinkles."

We receive our treats and we make our way to the park. A reenactment of Romeo and Juliet was playing and a smile blossoms on Harry's face. We take seats on the left side of the stage and watch further than the crowd.

He takes pictures every now and then. He always finds something worth a picture, it's fascinating.

My date turns to look at me, his hair bouncing and the hair on his forehead curling into him because of the heat. "Let's take a picture together."

I scoot closer to him. I pull some hair to rest on my shoulders so it can be seen in the picture. I turn to look at him to ask what I should do when he dips down and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

I ignore the click of his cellphone and the curious eyes that watch my moment.

His lips are soft, like he uses some sort of lip treatment. My hands snake up to around his neck to pull him closer. Another picture is taken. I can feel him tuck his phone into his back pocket as he deepens the kiss.

His now free hands pull me closer and eventually I'm straddling this lap. I'm first to pull away, only because I'm suddenly hyper aware that the play has stopped and the actors are bowing

Harry looks up at me, curious to see my reaction. I cup his face, dip down and press a single kiss to his plump lips, and step off his lap.

"I think it would be best to head to your place," I say slowly, hoping he gets my hint.

I'm going to ravish him. And he's going to like it.

His eyes widen slightly as he catches on to my advance. He stands suddenly, his mouth wide open.

"Th-I-When I kissed you it wasn't because I-I want to--."

I giggle and push another kiss to his lips. "I know. But I do. Now lead me to your apartment so we can--."

He looks at me like I've gone mental. "There are people around!" He cracks a smile though.

"C'mon! Let's go. You said your roommate was out for the day so let's go."

"Why not your place?" He asks. "I'm not about to feel like some scumbag because I brought you home."

I playfully punch his arm and it snakes around my waist. "My dogs would be all over you before I even get my panties off."

He jerks at my words but that doesn't stop the slight smile on his face. After a pretty nice walk we reach this building. We race up the stairs and he unlocks his door.

In an instant he turns to me. "Letting you know, I never bring girls home this early--."

I slam my lips against his, making sure he stumbles back onto his couch. "Shut up, Hazza, and just take me."

All Spanish is from Google Translate (pretty obvious if you actually know Spanish)

Just a warning-- next chapter is literally JUST sex so if you're uncomfortable with it you can skip the entire chapter and not miss a thing.

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