Extraordinary

"So Much for Being Careful."

Chapter 23
-Days Later-

"Yeah." I drone out into my cellphone; talking to Max with a small smile on my face. Only having one on my face to please my mother who is eavesdropping nearby as she pretends to be totally consumed with her baking skills in the kitchen.

Max chuckles happily on the phone, "Great. I'm really happy we're starting over, Zara. So--" What he's talking about gets cut off because my mother whirls around from the oven and smiles at me.

"Is that Max? You should invite him over for dinner tonight before you go to your dads. Go on." She urges me and I swallow thickly; feeling nervous as hell. Invite Max over for dinner while me and Donovan have been all intimate with each other? Yeah, that's a mess waiting to happen.

"Mom, I don't think he has--"

Max interrupts me, "Tell your mother I would love to come to dinner tonight, Zara." He rushes and I roll my eyes as he's so quick to jump into things. We aren't even dating, just talking again.

Only because I'm keeping me and Donovan in the dark.

"Great. He says he'd love to come over." I say forcibly through the spaces in my teeth and my mom beams brightly in excitement. I roll my eyes and breathe heavily into the phone, "Hey, I have to go and get a bag ready for my dads later on tonight, but I'll see you at..." I trail off and look to my mom for a time and she smiles at me.

"Seven, hun."

I roll my eyes again after she turns back towards the stove, "Seven it is, okay?" I ask.

"Fine with me. See you later on tonight, Zara.

We hang up and I groan tiredly and sink my head down onto the table. This is a disaster waiting to happen, I can feel it. I tense up as my mother sighs happily, "Zara, this is so exciting. You're finally dating! I'm so happy for you. I mean, he's a little old for you, but then again you are very mature and wise for your age, so I can't blame you for attracting the older guys. Just, no one over nineteen. Got it?" She asks and I nod without raising my head.

It's not gonna be anyone over nineteen, cause Donovan's only two years older than me and I don't have to worry about his age -- to a certain extent.

I lift my head up and my mood lifts a fraction and goes down a fraction as Donovan comes shuffling into the kitchen. He has a pair of headphones in and a muscle shirt on. His hair is nicely ruffled and bobbing to the beat of his music.

"Good afternoon, Donovan. You want a cookie?" My mom asks and he nods towards her, answering both of her questions. I watch his arm muscles work impressively as he goes to a cabinet, gets out a cup and then stalks to the fridge and fishes out the milk. He settles at the empty space on the table next to me and pours his milk.

"Thanks, Janine." Donovan says a little too loud, due to his music pounding from his headphones. She slides him a small plate with about four cookies on it and then smiles happily.

"You're welcome."

When she turns around and starts mixing some more batter to bake something else, I get attacked. His hands are around my waist quickly and his mouth and is hotly on mine. He swallows my gasp that comes up and even though my mom could turn around at any second and see us, it doesn't freak me out -- but it makes the situation extremely hot.

So much for being careful around each other and the family.

I tug his hair hard as I will him to deepen the kiss, but he instead reaches up, removes my hands and then straightens up altogether.