Chapter 13

Krystal

They arrived early on Thanksgiving morning to help me prepare everything. It was a major task, they'd helped their mom more than once as they grew up and didn't mind helping, or so they told me.

I didn't know what exactly would happen today, we'd all stepped around the many promises we'd each made, through suggestions, but I knew something would. I wanted it to be slow, sexy, sensual, but I also wanted them both to pin me to the kitchen wall and bang my brains out, one at a time, until I couldn't stand up anymore. I was so worked up, I put sugar in the coffee I'd made for Santiago. He didn't take it with sugar. With a sigh of frustration at my distraction, I made a fresh cup for him. I took the cup over to him with a smile.

"You alright?" he asked, those sensitive eyes full of concern.

"Oh, I'm fine, just got too many things on my mind." Like 'what happens in the future', for that matter, 'what happens tomorrow'?