Soft

twenty three ♡

Emilia

Kyra's name lights up the screen in my car as I drive home. 

"Hey Ky," I answer.

"Sup Em. You in the car?"

"Yeah, heading back from Amaras." A goofy smile takes over my face.

"I see...well, I'm at your place. How long you gonna be?" 

"I'll be home in 10." 

"M'kay, bye." She hangs up. 

She's going to give it to me.

Once I'm parked, I go upstairs and let Kyra up. 

I open the door, that stupid grin still on my face, and she narrows her eyes at me with a smirk.

"Hey Ky-" 

"Don't 'Hey Ky' me." She shoves past me. 

She moves to the couch. "Sit and explain. I want all the details, Emilia Leila Zayed."

I wince at the use of my middle name. "Yes, ma'am." I move quickly to sit in front of her. 

"You slept at her house!?"

"Yeah, and she slept here the other night," I say casually. 

"Woah, woah, woah, stop being nonchalant. This is a big deal. Are you guys properly dating now? Did you have sex?" she asks, offended that I haven't told her sooner. 

"Yeah, we had a date the other day, and I told her to come up after." I blush at the memories of that night. "We're taking it slow, but maybe not with the sex stuff..." I smirk. 

"You're a fucking freak." she scrunched her face in disgust. "Gross, don't tell me you fucked her while Mariah was in the next room." 

"Oh God no, Mariah's in the UK visiting family, so we had the house free this morning." 

"THIS MORNING?!" She yells dramatically. "You nasty girl, go have a shower." 

"Chill Ky, I only ate her out and I brushed my teeth," I smirk. "I also used my fingers to-"

Kyra shrieks and covers her ears "Okay, maybe too much information. "

"You asked for details."

I laugh and tell her about our beach picnic date and how Amara was tipsy last night and texted me and that's why I went over. 

I also told her about the three weeks when we were distant and how painful it was not to be close to her all the time.

"Look, Em. You keep saying you're 'taking it slow,' but you're already in deep. And that's not a bad thing." She smiles, soft and sincere. "You light up when you talk about her. I don't think I've ever seen you this... mushy."

I lean back against the cushion, exhaling through my nose. "She makes me feel like myself. Even the parts I don't show anyone else."

Kyra bumps her shoulder into mine. "Then hold onto that. Whatever this turns into...it's yours. And you deserve it."