Our Forbidden Love

IX - Parental Unit's Visit Part 2

Cataryna's POV

"Surprise!" I exclaimed, as Fallon held her hand over her chest. Oh shit.

"Cat, you idiot!" She retort, after almost losing her balance. I helped her to recompose her position.

"Why, am I not allowed to visit my girlfriend?"

"We're not girlfriends, " she says. I pouted at her. "At least not yet."

She then wrapped her arms around me as I enjoy smelling her hair that smelled like the sweetest aroma.

"You smell so fucking good." she compliments. "Likewise, Miss Parker."

"Well, it's the parental unit's visit today, how are you here?"

She pursed her lips together and looked down as though she was hiding the flushed red on her apple cheeks.

"I'm afraid Harriet had told me to follow my dream and my feet, they took me to this very room, to meet the lady that I've always admired."

There was an unbearable sudden silence between us. She wrapped her arms around my tiny body as I fought the urge to ask her to carry me like a koala.

She places warm kisses on my forehead. It soothes my nerves that has been palpitating for the past minutes. The pressure I felt about the whole parental thing vanished. Just like that, it's gone.

Did she cause it? Did she flick her magic wand and wish to ease my pain?

Do I find myself being drawn to her again? Do I want this? Does she even like me?

"I do like you, I love you. Why would you ask yourself a question like that?" She assures me, as she took my hand and squeezed it. Even gave the back of my hand a kiss where I could trace her lips and pretend they were closer than ever.

The things I'd do for intimacy. The things we do for love.

"Us hopeless romantics should stick together, huh?" She gives me a cute smile.

Hell yeah, for life and evermore.

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Fallon's POV

"Mom, how are you?" I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, just going through the motions.

"I'm fine, how's the room?" she replied, her hand casually running over the cabinets as she began criticizing the dust that had accumulated long before we moved in.

"Uh, you tell me..." I gathered my Philosophy books and started stacking them on my study table.

I watched as she sat on my bed, feeling the texture of the silk sheets. Her reaction didn't seem disappointed at all, though I hoped that was just the impression she was trying to give.

"It's not that bad," she said, her usual passive-aggressive tone creeping in, always with just a hint of something that might be a compliment, if you squint hard enough.

"Would you like a drink?" I offered.

"Where's your roommate? Her side of the room is a mess."

"I couldn't care less about her side of the room. It's hers to deal with. Stop being a creep and let her space be her own."