Page 14 of Sweet Little Lies
My father has a love/hate relationship with America. He is patriotic to a fault and is so grateful for the opportunities the country has provided our family. Yet he’s also a staunch believer that our Mexican heritage is to be revered and he’s proud of his ancestry. Proud of the hard work and manual labor that he and my brothers and uncles and mother and aunties and cousins all do to make our way as American citizens.
But that pride can turn ugly when he’s pushed or feels slighted.
It's because of my father that I could never bring a white boy. Agringo. They wouldn’t understand why I’d look outside our own circle of eligible partners within the Mexican community. No matter how infatuated or in love I might be.
My face flames red as Lance continues to stare at me, poking fun at me for daydreaming. It’s not a hardship to stare at and enjoy Lance’s sculpted and muscular body. My hands have freely wandered every inch of his chest, and arms, and rounded ass during our private make-out sessions.
We may not have ever gone all the way, but there have certainly been moments where I’ve allowed my curiosity and lust to take advantage of those opportunities to learn what he feels like. And I’ve had to attend Mass and confession immediately following those episodes.
“I’m not thinking any such thing.Estas loco,” I lie, telling him he’s crazy for even considering it. Even though he’s absolutely correct. “How are the Spanish flashcards working out for you? Would you like me to quiz you?”
His smile turns dirty. “We could play strip-quiz. For every question I get right, you have to shed some clothing.”
“Dios mio,” I lament, trying to squash the internal butterflies in my tummy. “How did you actually last this long without bringing sex into the conversation?”
“I didn’t say anything about sex –youbrought that up. Which means youwerethinking about my sexy, hot body just now. I knew it!”
He snaps his fingers and then waggles his pointer at me. “You’re such a little liar. You’re really just a dirty little girl hiding behind those sweet angel eyes.”
No, not really.
He just seems to bring out that naughty girl within me.
One who really wants to do dirty things with him, but knows I can’t. Little Red Riding Hood, meet the Big, Bad Wolf.
