Chapter 8 - Cinnamon Interrogation

Soundtrack: Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me

Nef’s POV

When I entered my condo both my roommates were sitting in the living room in their pajamas. I walked past them to head to my room.

“Make sure you come back out here,” Jesse said.

Great. I was going to be interrogated by my roommates about my date with Sasha. They knew that we had been talking and hanging out. We had all gone out partying on more than one occasion. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, washed my face to remove my make up, put my hair in a bun on the top of my head and went to the living room. Stephanie handed me a cup of my favorite cinnamon tea.

“So what’s the deal with you and the Russian boy?”

“No deal, Jesse. We just hang out--”

“Dinner, flowers, kisses on your forehead? All no deal?” Stephanie interrupted.

Damn. Hadn’t known that Steph had been watching Sasha and I before we left.

“No deal as in he likes me and I like him. We like each other enough to hangout.”

Yes. That sounded like a reasonable answer. I didn’t know what to tell my roommates. I liked Sasha. He liked me. Enough to hang out together. Enough to want to get to know each other. Jesse had her phone in her hands and was texting someone. I thought that this meant that the conversation was done. I got up to go back to my room.

“Hold up, we’re not done. How many times have you guys ‘hung out’?” asked Jesse.

“Not that kind of hang out,” I said. “We go for coffee, lunch, dinner. I’ve gone to watch him practice a time or two.”

“How much do you like him?” asked Stephanie.

“Enough to want to get to know him better.”

A million questions. My roommates are nosy. Not bad nosy but nosy none the less. I couldn’t define what was happening between Sasha and myself. We were buddies. Could it grow into something else? Yes. Was it growing into something else? Yes. What was the something else? I couldn’t tell you.

“So can we expect to see a half dress Russian walking around our apartment?” Steph asked.

“No, at least not yet.” Jesse answered.

I looked at Jesse. “What?” I asked. She pulled out her phone and started reading text messages. Text messages from Ovie. Shit.

“Well it turns out that you like him and he likes you but your both to shy to flat out say it.”

Ovie had taken things into his own hands. Just then my phone vibrated signaling a new text message.

On my way to your place with Sasha.

It was from Ovie. I looked up at my roommates.

“What’s going on?”

“Well, it seems that both you and Sasha have amazing friends that want you to overcome your shyness,” Jesse responded.

It’s official. I hate my roommates. And I’m pretty sure I hate Ovie too. I told him to leave it alone. When Sasha was ready to let me know how he felt he would tell me. When I was ready I would tell him. Bah! It didn’t take long for Ovie to knock on the front door. Jesse opened the door and Ovie pulled in a pouting Sasha. He was still in his slacks and blazer so it seemed like he hadn’t even gotten the chance to undress.

It turned out that Ovie was at Sasha house when he got there. He and Jesse had been planning to interrogate each of us. When our answers were what they should have been Ovie dragged Sasha from the house to his car.

“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen. I felt like I was back in high school, scared to tell a boy that I had a crush on him.

“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.

I stood, pulled him to me and kissed him. Kissed him hard. His hands went to the back of my head and my lower back to pull me closer to him.

“I like you a lot too,” I said when he let me go.

“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” he asked me.

“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything,” I responded.

His face was blank for a moment before he realized what it meant.

“You speak Russian?”

I nodded and he blushed. His face, neck, and ears turned bright red.

“Why you not tell me?”

“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”

“But you not tell me either.”

I explained to him why I hadn’t told him that I was fluent in Russian. I told him that I believed that when he was ready to let me know how he felt he would be sure to let me know. I also told him that in the beginning I wasn’t sure if he just wanted to sleep with me or if he wanted me as a friend. I told him that I wasn’t just going to sleep with him and be another conquest. In this case, our overbearing friends had forced us to but the result was still the same.

“You feel same way?” he asked hopefully.

“Da, I feel the same way,” I said.

He kissed me this time. I could taste the wine from dinner and I was sure that he could taste the cinnamon from my tea. It was intoxicating. I wanted more kisses from him. They were good. Really good. I pulled him as close to me as I could manage. His arms tightened around me and I groaned. Behind us I could hear someone clear their throat. We pulled away, both flushed from embarrassment and the heat of the kiss.



Sasha’s POV


When I walked into my house Ovie was sitting in my kitchen talking to my Dad and texting on his phone. It wasn’t weird because we were always at each others’ houses. My parents were in town for a visit as was his parents. We all spent time together. Our parents were great friends. His mom looked after me when she was hear and my mom looked after Ovie when she was hear. Ovie and I laughed that our parents were such great friends so that they could always have some one around to look after us. Our mothers were nosey creatures and always wanted to know what we were doing. We made idle chitchat but it wasn’t long before my dad went upstairs to go to bed.

“So how did your date go?” he asked.

“It was good. We had fun. We always do,”

“Did you tell her?”

“No, not yet.” I answered

Ovie looked at me and rolled his eyes. I could tell that he was annoyed.

“Get up,” he said.

He grabbed my upper arm and pulled be toward the front door. I asked him where we were going as he dragged me down the street and pushed me into his car. This was one of the times when I hated living two houses down from Ovie.

“Nef’s place.”

I tried to open the door and get out of the car but he sped off. He placed his phone on the top of his stirring wheel so that he could read a text message. When we pulled out of the cul de sack and on to the main road he told me that he had been texting Jesse. Apparently he and Nef’s roommates had been plotting. I was almost tempted to stay in the car when we pulled up to Nef’s place. Would Ovie try and drag me from the car? The look on his face said it all. When had he become so pushy?

Nef was sitting on the couch when we came in. She was in pink pajamas and a white tank top with her hair piled in a bun on the top of her head. She was wearing black rimmed Dolce and Gabbanna glasses with a mug in her hand. Cute. Really cute. Even getting ready for bed she still looked beautiful. It looked like she was ready to run for the door. She had been blind sided in the same why that I had been. Great. Gotta love our friends.

“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen.

“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.

She stood, pulled me toward her and kissed me. My hands went to the back of her head and her lower back to pull her closer to me.

“I like a lot too,” she said when I let her go.

“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” I asked.

“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything.”

My face was blank for a moment before I realized what it meant.

“You speak Russian?”

She nodded and I blushed. My face, neck, and ears turned bright red. I could feel the waves of heat and embarrassment rushing toward my face. All the things I had said believing that she couldn’t understand me.

“Why you not tell me?” I asked.

“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”

“But you not tell me either.” She was right. I had assumed that she did speak Russian. I never asked. The one questions that was crucial I had never asked.

She explained to my why she didn’t tell me that she was fluent in Russian. She didn’t want to be just another puck slut. She wasn’t sure of how she felt about me or how I felt about her but the more we hung out and got to know each other the more she wanted me. She told me that she was going to tell me her feelings and that she spoke Russian but that she was nervous. She didn’t want to make things awkward. I had used that same excuse while I was on the road when Ovie asked me for the 50th time…or was it the 150th time why I hadn’t told Nef how I felt.

“You feel same way?” I asked hopefully.

“Da, I feel the same way,” she said.

This time I pulled her to me and I kissed her. Cinnamon tea. She had been drinking cinnamon tea. It was sweet and wonderful. Her arms went around my waist and she pulled me into her. I heard her groan deeply and I moaned. Kissing her was amazing and I wanted more. More of her sweet kisses. More tongue and more of her pillow soft lips. My hands went to her ass and I pulled her hips to mine. More was all I could think about. I heard someone clear their throat and we released each other’s lips. We were flushed from the intensity of our kisses as well as shear embarrassment at being caught almost devouring each other.

“I meet you at the car,” Ovie said as he walked to the door laughing.

Both Jesse and Steph went down the hall way that led to their rooms. Nef walked me out to the door that led to the visitor parking lot where Ovie had parked. I gave her a goodnight kiss but before either of us could get into it Ovie yelled “Enough already! Let’s go!” I growled and Nef giggled. She nipped my bottom lip and told me to call her later. She turned to go back to her condo and I turned to head to Ovie’s car. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was happy. Really happy.

On the way home Ovie was quiet. He said nothing. No “I told you so,” no gloating or laughing. I was a little nervous. Whenever Ovie is quiet you should worry. He’s not a quiet person so when he is quiet he is most likely up to something. By the time I actually crawled into bed it was after 1 am. We had practice at 11 am the following morning.