DESIRED (BWWM)

The Unexpected Visitor

Renée

"Where's Mr intense?" Mia asks, when I open the door. "Cotton Candy factory," I answer and she frowns at me.

"Huh?"
"Nothing." I reply leading her into the house and watching as her eyes widen with appreciation.

"Renée?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to jump on you now," Mia states before letting out a war cry and tackling me to the floor, peppering my face with kisses; much like a dog would.

"Happy birthday!" She shouts between kisses and I giggle, turning my head to the side as I try to escape her kisses.
"Mia!" I shout when she places a big sloppy kiss on my lips.

"Oh please Ren, its not the first time we've kissed," she starts, standing up and offering me her hands.

"Hey! We were fourteen and curious," I reason, and she rolls her eyes. "And technically my birthday was yesterday," Mia places her hand on her hips and glares at me.

"Well, you didn't spend it with me. Consider today your second birthday,"

"I don't think that's possible,"

"Who cares?" She asks, taking my hands and leading me to the sofa.
"So tell me everything," A blush stains my cheeks and I look away from her gaze.

"Oh my god! You're blushing, why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing," I say and she rolls her eyes again. "Sure you aren't, you totally don't look like you're twins with a tomato. If I didn't know you were sitting next to me I'd mistake you for a bottle of ketchup," she says sarcastically and my skin turns a deeper shade of pink.

"Ha ha," I reply humorlessly and she begins bouncing on the sofa like an excited puppy.

"Come on tell me!" She demands loudly and I purse my lips, pretending to think it over.

"Fine. We--uh--you know--did stuff?" I say softly, my face feeling like a freaking furnace and my statement sounding more like a question.

"Oh. My. God!" She shouts, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat.
"He popped it! He really popped it!" She yells and I cover her mouth with my hands.

"Jesus, Mia. Tell the entire neighborhood, why don't you," I chide. She answers by licking my palm and I immediately drop my hand, wiping it on the grey sweatpants I had on.

"So how was it? I hope it wasn't anything like my first time," she says with a shiver.
"How is Dillon?" I tease and she pouts her rose colored lips.

"Still tiny," Mia sticks out her pinky finger and wiggles it in the air. We both stare at her finger before laughing until our eyes watered.

"Okay, now I really want to know," she says after our laughter dies. I shake my head stubbornly and she whacks me with a sofa pillow.

"Well?" She pushes and I nod my head before finally answering her question.

"It was good, Mia. Really really good,"

"Did he make you come?" She inquires and I hit her with the same pillow she whacked me with.

"Hey! That's a legit question," she yells, rubbing on her arm and sending me death glares. I roll my eyes and give her arm a kiss, bringing a grin to her round face.

"He did," I mutter, answering her more than intrusive question. "More than once."

Mia squeals and I shake my head with my own grin plastered on my face.

"Tell me everything!" She shouts before immediately frowning. "Well maybe not everything because you're my best friend and no offense...... but I don't need to know Elijah like that," she cringes and I laugh at her.