The Fling (32 page)

I’ll wait till Kat’s legal if that’s what it takes to get close to you again.

That last one was gross, but as Oksana looked at her phone, she couldn’t stop from snickering. Then came the dirty apologies, little begging notes offering to make things up to her with kisses and sex and the still packaged, big purple cock thing. Oksana wanted to be pissed. She wasn’t some easy sex fiend, but as those kinds of texts continued to fill her inbox, she found herself smiling against her will and possibly finding herself a little aroused. She would think of Annie’s adorable face, and her righteous tits, and then like an idiot she’d think of Annie following through with those promises, and then she’d make the even bigger mistake of thinking of the times she’d woken up in Annie’s bed.

She’d think about the three and a half perfect weeks they’d spent together and gotten to know each other. Fallen in love with each other. And she almost,
almost
texted Annie back. She almost considered giving Annie a second chance. Though through all the little things that were working against her dignity, Oksana couldn’t lose sight of one key factor. Annie did need to grow up and Oksana couldn’t help her with that. Annie wouldn’t let her.

She looked at her sister lounging across the room with her own girlfriend. They were young, but they had it right. Kat and Erica knew how to make things work. They were surprisingly respectful of each other. They kept their high school drama to a minimum, and for once, Kat had made a relationship last longer than Oksana. She also reminded Oksana of what she needed. Oksana understood the shock of being tossed out on her ass. You’d think Annie would remember that, but Oksana had been smart enough to accept help when it was offered. She was smart enough to know when it was time to go back home. She’d given Annie the same safety and Annie had rejected it. She’d rejected Oksana. So Oksana was ignoring her texts.

The universe laughed at the notion and made her phone vibrate in her lap.

“Is that Annie?” Kat asked.

“No. Shut up.” Oksana hit accept on Noelle’s call. “Yo, baby. Yo.”

“We’re headed over to Neil’s. You want to come? We’ll drive.”

Did she ever. She had to get the fuck out of the house. “Yeah. Give me like ten minutes.”

With a night’s relief in sight, Oksana jogged down to the little house to change. She came back up to the big house to kiss Baba and Kat good night. As she walked out the front she was greeted by a—it wasn’t exactly unpleasant—surprise.

“Hi,” Annie said. She looked different. Good, but different. Slimmer in a more natural way. She’d cut her hair; a really cute bob framed her cheeks. She still wore her black-framed glasses. The strangest thing was the white bandage peeking out from the vee of her T-shirt. Oksana knew the gauze and the tape motif well, but she wasn’t interested in that. Why the hell was Annie at her house?

“Hey.”

“I just wanted to give you this.” Annie walked up the first three steps and held out a folded piece of white paper. Oksana walked down to meet her.

“What is it?”

“My new address. I’m having a little housewarming get-together this weekend.” Oksana unfolded the paper. She looked at the address and short description of the cross streets.

“Is this over by Dodgers Stadium?”

“Yeah.” Annie shrugged. “It’s Echo Park. I like it.” Very different for someone like Annie. A whole world away from Laguna Beach and Venice.

“You don’t have to come, but you’re invited, and I’d love to see you again…not in your yard. Megan invited Scooter so you could come with him if you wanted.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it,” Oksana replied. She had to get Annie out of there. Another minute and she’d do something dangerous like touch the fringe of Annie’s hair. Or kiss her right on her mouth.

Annie blinked at the sudden dismissal, but she didn’t push her luck. “Okay. Well, bye.” Oksana watched her walk to her car. Her ass still looked delicious in the right pair of jeans.

*

“You think I should go,” Oksana said, too anxious to conjure up any Russian. She turned just as Baba lit up on the top step. She took a few drags of her cigarette before she answered.

“I think you know what it’s like to lose a mother, and I think you know that sometimes you have to make a family of your own. That girl is trying to make a family and she wants you to be in it.”

“What do I do if she hasn’t changed? What if she really isn’t ready to be with me? What if she’s just lonely?”

“We all love because we are lonely, darling. We love because we need, not because we want. She loves you.”

“And you think I love her.” Oksana turned back to where Annie’s Prius had just been.

“I know you do. I know you should go, yes.”

“I was afraid you would say something like that.”

*

Oksana bobbled the potted plant Scooter shoved in her hand.

“You sure you don’t want to sign the card?” he asked as she slammed the Charger door.

“No. I’m good.”

“What kind of guest are you? You’re supposed to bring something to a housewarming, you know, to warm the house.”

“She asked me to come and I’m here. That’s all the warming she gets.” Oksana tried not to punch Scooter when he laughed at her. She shoved the plant back into his hands and slapped him in the back of the head instead.

Scooter howled even louder. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Shut up and walk.” Oksana followed Scooter up the front steps of the narrow gray apartment building. The large front door was propped open. Inside they could hear the commotion of the party four stories up. They walked up the stairs, and as they got closer it became clear the real party was on the roof. A sign outside of apartment 308 confirmed it. When they reached the very top, a girl who introduced herself as Annie’s coworker, Esther, pointed them toward a table set with wine and finger foods. Beside it stood Annie. The white Christmas lights lining the railing made her blond hair glow.

“You ready, Iron Woman?” Scooter teased.

“I said, shut up and walk,” Oksana replied.

They picked their way through the guests, over the uneven rooftop. Annie looked amazing. The bandage was gone. Oksana tried not to notice.

“Hey!” Annie hugged Scooter, but when she pulled back, she looked at Oksana with a huge smile. “You came.”

“I wanted to see if you followed any of my remodeling tips,” Scooter said. That he had any part in Annie’s move was news to Oksana, but she didn’t say anything.

“You’ll have to wait. I’m giving tours on the hour.” Annie chuckled.

“Besides, you haven’t kissed me yet.” Megan appeared at Scooter’s side and pulled him down for a few moments of awkward spit swapping. Oksana and Annie looked nervously to each other.

“Hey,” Oksana said,

“I’m glad you came too. Can I get you some wine?”

“Sure.” Oksana tried to be cordial, but as soon as she took the glass Annie handed her, she panicked and took off into the small crowd.

And that was the start of an uncomfortable night. Annie’s new building was actually pretty cool though. Old, maybe built in the forties or so. The roof offered the perfect view of Dodgers Stadium and almost a whole look at the surrounding neighborhood. Oksana did the delicate dance of socializing with Megan and Scooter while Annie entertained her other guests and always found a way to disappear before Annie made her way back to them. The more people Oksana met the more she realized that
she
was some sort of guest of honor. The way their eyes would light up when she would mention her name. She wondered just how badly Annie had wanted her to show up. The attention made her less eager to want to talk to Annie, but Annie Collins wasn’t one to be ignored.

Finally, she cornered Oksana by the roof door.

“It’s time for the next tour,” Annie said, nodding toward her imaginary watch. “You want to check out my new apartment? You’re the only one who hasn’t seen it.”

A familiar feeling came over Oksana as she looked down at her. The same nervous excitement she’d felt that night in the Hilton Checkers Hotel. The same feeling she felt the first time Annie had smiled just for her. She tamped the emotion down so it was more of a simmer than a boil and then she nodded.

Annie’s place was small, but perfect for Annie. The walls had been painted recently, a great aqua blue in the front room, which also served as the kitchen and the living room and the dining room. Somehow, they ended up in the bedroom. That was painted a lime green. It looked really nice, but the ceiling was oddly low, and dim, golden light from her decorative lamps made the space seem even smaller, more cramped. The lack of AC didn’t help. Annie motioned for her to sit on the double bed that took up most of the room. Foolishly, Oksana sat. Annie joined her.

“Thanks for coming,” Annie said.

“It’s nice.” Oksana looked around, trying to focus on the décor instead of Annie’s breasts or the enormous tattoo that now covered the expanse of her cleavage.

Annie touched her knee. Oksana thought her whole leg would catch on fire. She looked Annie in the eyes instead of checking for burn marks on her pants. Why did Annie have to be so beautiful and adorable and sweet? Why did she have to be everything Oksana really wanted?

“You probably guessed I had a little speech prepared.”

“Actually, no. I was used to the texts.”

“I am a wee bit persistent.”

“You are. So let’s hear it,” Oksana said. If Annie said something crazy, she could just walk out the door and catch a bus back to West Hollywood. The four bus came all the way out to the stadium, if she remembered correctly.

“Okay, here goes.” Annie exhaled. “I’ve never messed up
big
before. And before all this, I don’t think I’ve ever hurt anyone before either. When you asked me to come stay with you, I love you is what I should have said. And I should have told you that I was embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. I should have told you that my last few conversations with my parents made me feel like a shitty person, too shitty to be in a relationship with anyone.

“But I should have told you that I need you and I want to be with you. Because I do. I need you. I need Baba Inna, and I need Kat. I had a family with you three and I need that back.”

What the hell? Were Annie and Baba connected at the brain? Obviously not, but she hated when her grandmother was right.

“What is this?” she asked, pointing to the ink on Annie’s chest. All she could make out was the head of a bird. Annie pulled down the collar of her shirt, but the fabric wouldn’t give enough to show Oksana the whole piece.

“Crap.” Annie reached for the bottom hem of her shirt. “Is it okay?”

“Yes. I’m able to resist you.”

Annie pulled her shirt over her head and Oksana immediately ate her words. Annie’s bra was light blue, the same shade as her eyes, and sheer. Oksana could see her large, hard nipples through the material. She licked her lips to contain the drool.

Above the bra was the real spectacle. A large depiction of what looked like a traditionally small bird was centered over Annie’s breasts, its wing spread over the width of her collarbone. Intricate designs filled in the space around the animal, and in the center of its chest was a large heart. And in the center of that heart was the silhouette of a bear.

“It’s a black-capped chickadee,” Annie said.

Oksana couldn’t stop her fingers from moving. Softly, she traced the bold lines of the tattoo: the wings, the beak, the bright red that shaded the middle. The body of the grizzly bear.

Her gaze flickered to Annie’s eyes then back down to her chest. “What if I leave right now and I don’t come back? What about this?”

“You’ve changed me. You’ve made me see myself. You’ll always be here.” Annie caught Oksana’s hand over her heart. “No matter what happens, you’ll be here.”

She let Annie hold her in place for a moment, but soon she stood and put some space between them.

“This place is small,” she said.

“Like me.”

“Just like you.”
Too small for
us
.

Oksana sat back down on the bed, and before she talked herself out of it, she kissed Annie. She felt Annie’s shock immediately, followed by her relief. They melded together, lips pressing harder and soon tongues searching. When she pulled away, Oksana stopped thinking about emotional bruises that had already healed and started thinking about a future that could be filled with a love they both wanted
and
needed. A place where both their giggly butterflies could roam free. She didn’t know when, but she’d forgiven Annie. The cheesy metaphors for mythical creatures were proof of that.

Oksana touched Annie’s hair, the way she’d been wanting to all night. “We want you. We love you. You have a family with us. We don’t want you to run away.”

“I know.” Annie sighed and looked around her lime green bedroom. “This time has been really good for me. I
did
figure a lot of stuff out, and I saw how empty things are without you.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way again.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I love you.” Annie kissed her this time, the same soft, sweet kiss Oksana had grown to love. A kiss that always promised so much more. “I kind of like this part of being independent, though. I earned this little rabbit hole”