Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

39. Cleo

thirty-nine

Cleo

“Can I have a bottle of hot sauce, please? Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you!” Dad thanks the waitress before turning his attention back to Ryan and I across the table. “So, what’s new? It’s crazy to me that now that both of my kids are on the same campus, I rarely see either of y’all.” Dad sighs, folding his hands over one another.

“Aw, don’t lie, old man, you miss the little princess more, we just played cards last night.” Ry chuckles, waving off our dad as he skims over the menu.

Of all the people on the SFU campus, my father and younger brother have been the two people whom I've seen the least . It makes me a little sad that I haven’t spent as much time with either of them, but we’ve all been pretty busy with school and games.

“Well, of course, I miss my daughter! She’s never around.” Dad pouts as he swirls his sweet tea around in his cup. I frown at his words but choose to ignore them as Ryan finishes ordering his food and the waitress approaches me.

She’s pretty in an early 2000s model kind of way with a beautiful facial structure and bold runway style makeup. As I look up at the girl named Yanai, as told by her name tag, a startled gasp erupts from Ryan as well as an angry grumble from my dad.

My eyes widen and I slowly turn to face two of the most important men in my life, each of them equally pissed off in their own ways.

“What the fuck is that?!” Dad whisper-yells first, pointing his knife at the badly concealed giant purple hickey coloring the skin of my neck .

Before our small brunch date, Georgia and I spent fifteen minutes trying our hardest to conceal all of the small love bites.

Looks like we missed one.

“You fucking?” Ryan sniffs, nose upturned in disgust.

Dad lets out a horrified gasp. “Your sister– Ew. Why the fuck would you say that shit?”

It’s been a week since Blake and I spent almost a full day entangled in one another until he made me forget my own name—his words. We’ve seen each other since then at our shared classes and in passing, but we haven’t had the opportunity to talk about us .

“I thought we agreed on no boys.” The look that Clef Jones sends me is the same one he uses to make grown men cry on the ice. I’m used to it, having received it my whole life, so instead of cowering, I straighten my spine.

“We did,” I say feigning nonchalance.

“Then who–” Ryan starts only to be cut off by the sound of whistling, the smells of cedar wood and vanilla intoxicate my senses and I know automatically who it is.

Blake.

“What happened to my sister's neck?” Ryan asks the walking man, grabbing him by the sleeve of his hoodie.

Blake startles, looking like a deer in headlights but quickly recovers, sparing me a quick glance.

“You better let go of my captain. I need him for the game this Wednesday. Besides, Cleo doesn’t know Wilder from a can of paint,” my father says, looking down at his phone completely unaware of the googly eyes we’re shooting one another back and forth.

“Actually…” Blake starts, winking at me before facing my dad, “I know Cleo really well sir,” He says, smirking as my dad looks up at him, tilting his head in confusion. “She and I are partners for that film project that I was telling you about right, prin–CJ?” Blake asks, eyes finally catching mine again.

I chew on my bottom lip, stifling my giggles as I nod in agreement and Ryan scoffs. I smack the back of his head and grit my teeth at him as he rolls his eyes .

“Oh, well, good. Keep an eye on one another. Wilder, if you see some dipshit around her other than Heart, whoop his ass. She has a damn hickey on her neck.” My dad sneers as if the very thought of me dating disgusts him as Ryan chuckles silently from beside me, Blake lets out a choked laugh.

“Will do, Coach. Trust me, Cleo is in good hands .”

“Oh my fucking–OH!” I cried out as Blake inserted yet another finger into me.

After brunch with my dad earlier this morning, Blake and I went our separate ways. Him to hockey practice and classes, and me back home to spend time with the girls. I’d told them all about my brunch and my date with Blake last week. We’d all been so busy with midterms that tonight was our only time to gossip. Everything had been going fine during our girls' night until Denver got a text from the mystery man she’s been seeing and left.

Sienna left soon after, stating that she needed to go to the studio to fine-tune choreography with her dance partner, Aidan, for the Winter Showcase.

And then there were two—just me and Georgia. We spent our time talking about who was on the grid this season until she got an important email regarding her design class and left to answer it.

Leaving me by myself even though we'd started this night as a group .

I’d been peacefully watching Love on the Brain, a new VR dating show when a knock rang through the apartment.

Blake stood at our apartment door in a pair of gray sweats and a Twisted Vipers T-shirt, holding two take-out boxes of Neo’s Sushi and a box of donuts from The Sugar Hole.

Blake dropped our food on the table and opened his arms wide for me to jump into them.

Almost immediately, I jumped his bones.

Literally .

And that was how I found myself getting fingered by him yet again after two previous orgasms. Once we'd gotten ourselves cleaned up, we sat on my living room floor with both of our computers in our laps, watching Love on the Brain while doing homework. My legs are thrown across Blake’s lap with his hand massaging small circles on them as we do our own tasks.

We feel awfully couple-y and the idea of it doesn't slip past my mind at all as we sit like this in comfortable bliss.