Dinner time

The younger relative started to ask the usual questions when you want to know somebody ("Where do you live", "What do you do in your life", "What do you study?", etc.).

As it turned out she was studying engineering too, that she was 2 years younger than yourself, and surprisingly you started to enjoy her company (maybe because she had a lot of Adriana in her, that happy, pure and somehow naive way of seeing things).

A couple of strong but gentle hands falling over your eyes and covering them, coming from behind the couch, were the sign somebody finished to change.

Adriana interrupted "Guess who's here?"

You reply "The one that now will fire me because a bodyguard that gets surprised so easily isn't worth a damn?"

"AHAH! Wrong, I'm not going to fire you... try again!" Adriana says.

You replied "A supermodel with a geek boyfriend?"

"Good... but you can do better..." she says.

You say "The woman who stole my heart? The moon and stars of my life, my Khalesee? My love?"

She says "Yes, I really like the Khalesee one eheh..." She let your eyes free, and went to sit next to you on the couch. Now she was dressed in a flowery little summer dress, with colourful flower prints. It didn't cover much of her naked legs, or the straps of her blue bra underneath.

On her feet she had pale green flip flops: You were the only one wearing regular shoes, because her cousin and mother had the same kind of footwear on.

Brazilians love to dress like they are at the beach all the time apparently... and the air conditioner was doing a really good job at keeping summer temperatures too in the middle of November, even with only the jacket and the suit on you were almost sweating.

Your girl wasn't making things easy either, being curled on the couch all over you, her arms around your waist, the head resting against yours too, her tempting leg's flesh brushing against the tissue of your crotch... you froze, being this open in front of her relatives didn't come natural to you...

Her cousin was still talking with us like it was all perfectly normal, and it was, outside of your overreacting mind afraid to screw everything in front of your girlfriend's mother.

Said mother called you later for dinner, and after helping get the table ready, your anxiety was definitely mitigated by a very good and abundant meal: she made Adriana's favourite, a spicy soup with sea food, whose Portuguese name you won't even try to spell.

That thing was amazing, and since she saw you enjoying it so much she kept filling your plate, very satisfied of the appreciation showed by this new hungry boyfriend her daughter chose. And later there was also a huge chocolate molten cake, Adriana's favourite too.

If she ate a lot of the soup, it was nothing in comparison to what happened when she saw the dessert: let's just say she ate more cake then you in half the time... she worked out like crazy for months, so now that the show was a matter of days she could finally indulge a little from her strict diet.

She looked so adorable, all focused on eating her favourite cake... you kissed her right there, offhand: fuck, you love her and she loves you back, you can't waste your life pleasing others and their stupid social conventions.

Her lips tasted of chocolate, of passion, of sweetness, of an exotic tropical country, of an afternoon at the gym, of a car ride in NYC, a weekend spent in Albany between home and friends, a hotel room in Milan... of her, and the memories you had together. You didn't hurry, savouring each other.

When you parted, you got conscious again of the other two women there: they were watching you two, her cousin a bit shy but smiling, and her mother seemed happy too, even moved... a bit excessive in your opinion, you just kissed her daughter, not proposed to marry her (yet)! Nobody said anything about what just happened, but Adriana took your hand, and didn't leave it until she finished eating her cake (her attention was definitely more focused on the dessert tho, but what man could beat chocolate anyway?).