Catching UpMature

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning."

Kaya leaned toward me kissing me on the cheek. She stood up, her slim figure shadowing the wooden floor. She wore my shirt and went into the kitchen.

"You know," I said slipping on a shirt, "I missed you. I mean that's pretty obvious. But just one question..."


"Why'd you decide to come now?"

"It's the day we met."


"I know."

"I was also talking about you."

She smiled coming toward me. She lightly punched me on the chest.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed there in the middle of the living room.

"God," she said, "I missed you."

"My brother," I said, "didn't mean to..."

"Rape me?"

"Yeah. It's awkward. His wife left him the same way you left me. And that reminds me. I gotta call him."

"Do you have to? It's a Sunday. We have the whole day to catch up. Make love. The whole year that we missed." 

"Lemme call him, though."

"Fine. And tell him that I forgive him 'cause I got a feeling that his story is something that would make me regret hating him. I'll be waiting."

She motioned toward the bedroom slipping out of my shirt as she walked in. My heart leaped again.


"Hello. It's Levi."

"Oh, hi."

"I'm gonna do you a favor."

"What's that?"

"That I can't tell you. It's a surprise. I promise by the end of this week that it'll reach you."



I hung up and ran to the bedroom. Kaya stood there, her clothes on the floor. I grabbed her and it went on from there.

The surprise. I was going to find my brother's wife. With Kaya's help, of course. I slipped out of clothes and Kaya and I really caught up.

The End

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