°♤polyamory♡°

÷kiss and not tell÷

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Things with Mark escalated quickly for the next three months, according to Grace, but apparently we moved a lot faster than normal from the beginning anyway so she was more surprised it took as long as it did for us to become an official couple. I'm not sure how these things work, I've never had a real male friend outside of my family so boyfriend was never even in my vocabulary. I've never told Mark and it didn't seem to matter....up until two days ago when he tried to kiss me. Sure, I let him kiss me on the forehead, the cheek, and even a couple times on the neck but never on the lips. It's just never happened for me. It's an experience I'd like to check off my bucket list I guess, but when the time comes I'm just not ready.

"They are disgustingly cute," Tammy's nose scrunched up in mock disgust.

Kia, Tammy's friend, nodded. "Yes, there's no pretenses or banter, they're just a hundred percent honest. It's sickening."

"Uh..." I sat awkwardly beside Mark, who held an apple slice near my mouth. He'd dipped the apple into some of his favorite yogurt instead of caramel on accident once before and swore it was better. He kept bugging me to try it and I'd caved this morning, but it was embarrassing with his sister and her friend in the kitchen talking about us as if we weren't a few feet away.

"Ignore them, they're just jealous," Mark teased.

Tammy scrunched her nose up and tossed a banana peel at her brother, who gave her a mock look of shock and picked it up slowly.

"Mark," Tammy warned. Kia giggled on the side, munching on a poptart and Mark came back to stand beside me, scooping some yogurt onto the peel and advancing towards his sister. "Mark!"

"Oh, you didn't wanna try some?"

"I'll scream," Tammy threatened.

He gave her a menacing smile and wiggled his eyebrows, cornering her near the back door. Pops was standing beside him, tail wagging as he lapped at Tammy's leg. "It'll be impossible to scream with this delicious fruit skin shoved down your throat. Have a taste, Sis."

"Mom! Dad! Get your lunatic son!"

Kia was still laughing, sitting in the corner between the counters feeding Kane a couple treats that earned her a fond nudge against her jaw with his nose.

"Annabella, get your boyfriend, plea-!"

I looked up with wide eyes and Mark was staring at and open back door giggling like a maniac, and Grace was sitting outside of the door on the ground with Pops standing over her, licking and sniffing.

"What even...?"

"She opened the door and fell out of the house," Mark laughed, bent over clutching his stomach. He tried to straighten up and walk over to help her up but she just glanced at the banana peel in his other hand and backed up dramatically and he doubled over again.

"Begone, demon!"

"What is going on in here?"

We all turned to see their mother walking into the kitchen, robe wrapped tightly around herself.

"Morning, Mother," Tammy called comically, still seated outside the door with Pops in her lap.

Mrs. Tuan took one look at them then gave me and Kia a look before proceeding to the coffee maker, teasingly stating, "I'm sure glad my children are all mature, otherwise this hallucination would be my reality."

Mark smirked at me as he tossed the soiled banana peel in the trash on the way to give his mother a peck on the cheek. "Morning, Mom. Annabella and I were just heading out. Do you need anything?"