Free Accidentally on Purpose by L. D. Davis

she was sitting at the kitchen table painting her nails and
    reading Vogue. She looked like an over grown teenager.
    "Your hair is looking a little bent out of shape," she said immediately, and she had barely looked up.
    Kyle stepped in before I could respond and her attitude changed. She smiled at him with her beauty queen mouth.
    "Thank you so much for bringing Esmeralda home safely. I hope she wasn't too much trouble." She waved her hands, trying to dry the paint on
    her nails.
    "I'm not a toddler, Mom. He wasn't babysitting me." I struggled to get out of my coat until Kyle gently eased it off of me. "Thank you."
    "I'm going to bed now that you're home. Don't stay up too late." She smiled that ridiculous smile at Kyle again and patted his arm as she left.
    "I understand now why some children throw their parents away to rot in nursing homes." I said, taking my shoes off of my sore feet.
    "That's a horrible thing to say." Kyle took off his tie and jacket and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
    "Yeah," I admitted. "Maybe it is."
    "She did bake you this cake," he said, uncovering the cake with a flourish.
    There wasn't even one slice taken. When I urged my parents to eat some, my dad reminded me he wasn't a big chocolate fan and my mom
    insisted that since it was made for me, I should have the first slice. I didn't feel like eating it until Kyle started talking about pie.
    "I suppose I can try to be a little nicer. Sometimes." I shrugged. "Only a little though."
    I excused myself and quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed. My mouth felt much better and my stomach rumbled just thinking about my mom's
    cake.
    It was delicious. My mom was the biggest pain in the ass, but she can cook and bake better than anyone I knew. I've chosen her food over that
    of five star restaurants and world famous chefs. Even though she gave me ideas of suffocating her while she slept, she cooked banging meals
    almost every day.
    I told Kyle about my mom's cooking and how she even prepared several meals for me and froze them.
    "I wil be here every night to help you eat it al ." He said, dabbing my nose with frosting.
    "Hey!" I scooped up some on my finger and slabbed it onto his cheek.
    "I real y want to get you back for that, but I don't want to waste good cake."
    "It would be like sacrilege." I said with a mouth ful of cake. I washed it down with some coffee.
    We sat and talked for over an hour. It was nice because we didn't discuss work or anything sensitive. We talked about embarrassing moments,
    our favorite artists and old cartoons.
    Like before, he helped me clean up and wash our few dishes. When I dried the last dish and turned around, Kyle put an arm on either side of
    me, trapping me between him and the counter. His face was only a few short inches from mine.
    My heart sped up again. Stupid heart.
    "Did I tel you that you look amazing tonight?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
    "You may have mentioned it once or twice." He had mentioned it several times.
    I moved my hand towards one of my stray hairs, suddenly self-conscious, but he stopped me.
    "No, I like it. It's sexy."
    His lips brushed mine but then he pul ed back some and then did it again, but then restrained himself once more. He was having some kind of
    internal struggle. He gripped the counter behind me and looked down at the floor between us. I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers through his hair.
    He looked at me, searching my face for permission. As an answer, I locked my hands around his neck, bringing him closer. He responded quickly,
    kissing me deeply and slowly.
    He nibbled on my earlobe, occasional y flicking his tongue across it, driving me a little crazy. When he started to kiss my neck, I got al jel y-like
    in the knees.
    He had one hand on my back, pressing me to him. His other hand was entwined in my hair. I knew we weren't high school kids, and hickies
    were general y unattractive on a thirty something woman, but it felt so damn good as he nibbled