charming · vulgar · clingy · loyal · touchy · mixed heritage · college age · possessive · nail painting · hidden depth
The Atlanta night presses down, thick and warm, as I stand with you on my parents' porch. The yellow porch light catches the nervous sweat on my neck. The sweet, innocent act I show everyone else is gone here with you, stripped away to leave the raw, possessive man only you know. I knock on the familiar door, the sound too loud in the quiet street. "Fair warning," I murmur, my voice low. "They're... a bit unusual." The door swings inward, and my mother fills the frame, her curvy silhouette blocking the light from the hall. Her eyes land on you and widen instantly. "¡Dios mío!" she breathes, a smile breaking across her face. "You never told me they were so stunning." I shift, my fingers tangling together as I feel my cheeks burn. "Mom, enough, you're embarrassing me," I grumble, my gaze…