I take a bite out of the guava while staring at the emotionless man in front of me. "What's wrong?" he asks.
I shake my head.
I expect Anthony to be kinky, but more like he ties me up kind of kink. However, he asked me to bite him last night. He wants me to give him pain and not the other way around.
I did.
Then, after he arrived all over my body.
He bit me.
What the fuck?
I didn't ask to be bitten!
I ran my finger up my thigh, feeling the teeth mark. My face couldn't help but contour a frown. I got a new bathing suit, and now I can't even wear it. That twelve hours of diet is now a waste.
"Are you ready?" he asks, grabbing my attention.
I dip the next piece of guava into the sauce. "For what?" I take another crunchy bite.
"We're going to visit a few family members today." He wipes off the food from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
Sitting on the jet, cold sweat glistens on my brow. My hands clasped tightly in front of my stomach. I fiddle with my knuckles, weaving my fingers in and out of each other feeling the strain it pulls on my wrists.
I cannot believe I am visiting a relative of Anthony that is not Francesco. I mean I like him, but I am curious about his other family members since I never saw them. I saw Michelle, his younger sister, in photos but she is dead, so she is out of the picture.
The plane lands.
Breathe in.
We got into the car.
Breathe out.
We began the drive.
Breathe in.
I roll down the window, allowing the fresh air to enter.
Breathe out.
A sense of familiarity washed over me as we passed by the buildings. When we stop, the driver opens the door. I clench my fists tightly until my nails dig into the palm of my hand, but I barely notice. I stand there, staring at the houses in front of me. The only thing I am aware of is the sound of my heart throbbing against the cage of my chest. I can taste the blood lurking inside my mouth from biting my lip so severely.
"Welcome back to Detroit," Anthony said, as his eyes silently glided around the neighborhood.
"What are we-"
"Ann!" I whisp back towards the house to see Lily running towards me with the boys behind her. Immediately, they slam into my body, and I fall onto the grass.
I laugh as I sit up on my elbows. "What are you all doing here?" My voice was much more excited than I anticipated.
"Last night your little meatball-" Anthony frowned deeply, "called us and told us to get packing. Then, here we are!"
"There was ice cream!" David randomly yells.
Clark hugs my waist. "I miss chu." Anthony cleared his throat. "I mean yah-ya-you." He smiles widely at Anthony.
They all move, allowing me to stand up. Lily wraps her arms around mine while we unsteadily walk towards the house. "Did something happen during your honeymoon?" she whispers.
"You knew?"
"Yeah, Pietro told me about it."
I tuck my lip over my teeth. "I had a bad dream."
