My parents are pissed. I know they have sat down, at Angelia's invitation, and are eating with us but they are definitely pissed. Dad's giving her the third and fourth degree. I think he'll have her blood type soon. Mom hasn't said a word; not a single fucking word. This is the first girl I've brought here so they know it means something which, I guess, makes it worse. I don't know what to do. I just sit there and eat like my mom, silent. Mom did look surprised when I said that Angelia had made dinner but that was the only emotion I've seen from her. Except for eating, mom's lips have been in a very tight line. Why couldn't they stay away longer? Why did they have to show up before we've spent more than a day together? I just want more time before reality has to set in. I notice that Angelia excuses herself and heads to the bathroom.

"Dad, do you have to give her the third degree?" He looks directly at me and says "Maybe we wouldn't have to ask about her if we knew she even existed! You know better than bringing a girl you barely know into our lives this way. What the fuck are you doing?" "I like her ok?" I respond. "Son, I know you do but after the last six months, don't you think it's time to focus on you and getting back on the rink than a girl? And you know better than to invite a stranger into your life this way. We have done any background checking. We don't know what she's after." I look at mom and she just sits there. I know Angelia is coming back soon so I need to make this fast. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her. You're right, I should have. It's just that I finally felt good, not focused on my damn concussion, and I just wanted to keep that going for a little while." Angelia comes in and I can tell that she knows we've been talking about her. She quietly begins to clear the table. Taylor jumps up and says "I'll help." I smile at Tay and know I now owe her much more than one. Mom gets up and speaks, for the first time, "actually, Taylor, we need to get going. Angelia, dinner was delicious. My apologies for leaving so quickly but we do need to go. Sidney," she looks me directly in the eye "I'll talk to you tomorrow." With that they all leave.

I sink down onto a chair. Angelia is still clearing off the table. "Please stop" I ask her. "We need to talk about this Angelia." She finished clearing the table and is now rinsing dishes. "Sidney, there is really nothing to talk about. They were surprised because they didn't know about me. So your mom was stunned silent and your dad asked me all kinds of questions to see if I was a gold digger. I get it, really." I hear her words but somehow I just don't believe her. The smiling, fun Angelia with the light around her of the last day is gone. Back is the cool and almost detached girl I spoke to in New York. How did something so good go to hell in sixty minutes? I follow my instincts and go to her. I physically have to turn her to look at me and, as I thought, she is visibly upset. Tears are in her eyes as she looks at me. "Oh baby" I take her in my arms. "I just wanted them to like me Sidney. That's all I wanted and now …" I look in her eyes and wipe away the tears. "Baby, they don't know you yet. When they do, they'll love you, I know they will." She doesn't look convinced. I lightly kiss her lips. "Angelia, what is not to love about you? This definitely isn't the way I would have chosen to introduce you but I am certain they will like you when the shock wears off." She looks at me still skeptically but the tears have stopped. "We'll take a day or two and then all get together. I know it will be great." I give her a hug. I know I can still salvage the evening. "Here's what we're going to do. You are going to sit right over there. I'm going to pour you another glass of wine and start to get you just a little drunk. While you enjoy the wine, I'm going to clean up the dishes. You may observe if you wish." Now that gets a genuine smile from her. Good, it feels like we're on more solid ground again.

True to my word, she has a full glass in her hand and is sipping while I clean up. I've decided to have a couple myself, I think we both need it tonight. While I've been cleaning, she turns on my iPod. "Seriously?" she asks me when country music comes through the speakers. "What" I ask, as if I don't know what's coming, I get it from the guys all the time about my 'country collection.' She shuffles through the songs looking for something she likes while I do a final wipe down of the counter. She stops on Lady Antebellum's Need You Now. I love this song. Turning off the light, I go over to her and take her in my arms. We begin to sway to the music. The moment feels right. We're back on even ground again. I love the way she's put her arms around my neck and her fingers stroke the hair at the base. She's just softly and slowly stroking in time to the music. The song ends and that must be the last one on the iPod because it turns off. We continue to sway to our own song and at our own rhythm. I pull slightly away from her and she smiles shyly at me. I kiss her softly as we continue to move. She kisses me back just as soft. Running my hand through her hair I tilt her head to deepen the kiss. We continue to move slowly, our bodies swaying slowly, our mouths moving against each other slowly. I sweep my tongue across her bottom lip and gain entrance. Our tongues mate in a slow dance of their own.

I move slightly away, look into her eyes and try to put in mine all the things I'm feeling but can't quite say. I pull her to my side and guide us upstairs. Turning on a lamp gives a soft glow to the room. She is standing at the foot of the bed watching me and still looking a little unsure. When I go to her, I take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply putting everything I'm feeling into this one kiss. She wraps her arms around my waist. We continue to kiss and I feel her hands sliding under my tee shirt and softly over my back. He fingers lightly work the muscles there as she moves her hands up and down. I move my mouth to her jaw and lightly kiss down her throat enjoying this slow journey of her body. She slides my shirt up and I lift my arms so she can take it off. Throwing it aside, her hands softly play over my chest. I lift her shirt off and slide the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She undoes the clasp and her breasts are free. I pull her against me to feel her bare skin on mine and kiss her deeply. I want everything to last tonight and savour every part of her. Pulling back slightly, I look down at her breasts and run the back of my hands lightly over each one. They pucker and I bend down to kiss and lick each one.

Her hands are in my hair and she brings me back to her lips. Her hands slide down to my shorts and push them off. I slide down her body to my knees. Slowly I undo her shorts and pull them down unveiling another pair of barely there lace panties. I look up at her and smile. As I look at the lace against her skin, I run my fingers along the lace pattern. I hear her intake of breath as I pull them down slowly to reveal her fully naked body. Slowly standing, I run my hands from her knees, up her hips, the side of her breasts and final to her face where I kiss her.

Turning to the bed, I pull back the comforter and sheets. Holder Angelia's hand, I slide onto the bed and then bring her with me. We kneel in the centre wrapped in an embrace and looking deeply in each other's eyes. Each of us is lightly exploring the other's body with our hands. There are soft touches, almost a whisper, and we continue to stare. Neither of us seems to want to break the link. I lightly touch her ass with both of my hands and pull her a little bit closer to me. I know she can feel my erection on her stomach. He hands make it up to my face and she pulls me in for another kiss. It's slow, deep and very thorough. She explores every part of my lips, my tongue and then back to my lips again. There is none of the usual fever and speed we'd have about now. We both seem to want to savour every moment. That doesn't make it any less exciting or erotic. I shiver now from her light touch across my chest and her mouth follows the way down. Little licks and kisses that feels incredible while her hands circle my back.

I slowly pull her into my arms and cushion her as we slip down to the bed. This gives me even more of her body to explore. I sit up slightly and start with her feet; kissing the instep and then up to her ankle; sliding my hands up her calf and following them with my mouth, kissing my way up an over her knee. Her thighs are very soft and I run both hand ups one, memorizing each beauty mark I find there. I continue up and kiss her hip and where she nips in at the waist. Further up I go to the side of her breast and spend a few minutes there kissing and licking around the fullness and on the nipple. Her hips begin to move involuntarily. I kiss up her chest and finally her mouth. Sliding mine over hers softly and slowly. My tongue licks at her lips and then enters her mouth to mate with her tongue. While I'm doing this, my hand slides down her hip to between her legs. I run one finger completely and thoroughly from entrance to clit and then spend some time on her clit. Circling it with a wet finger, wet from her, while we kiss at the same pace.

Her hands have been busy too. Most of this time, one of her small hands has been running from my shoulder to my ass. Very slowly it has moved up and down but with purpose taking time to massage the muscles there. As I'm playing with her clit she manages to move her hand to my stomach and lower until she has me in her hand. She strokes my dick and matches the time in which I'm stroking her clit. We're both breathing heavily now and continue to kiss. Her hips push at my fingers at the same rhythm. I slide a finger back and feel that she's absolutely soaked and ready for me. After one last, deep kiss, I move away from her and turn her on her back. She opens her legs wide and I move over her to nestle myself there. While looking deep into her eyes, and with both of her hands holding my face, I slip into her slowly. Angelia sighs like I've never heard before. Through mutual need, we set a slow pace to begin, moving in and out. I can't possible take my eyes away from hers. We do increase the speed but continue our eye connection. Finally, I feel that I'm close and am just trying to hold it off a bit longer. It is vitally important that we come together this time; essential like breathing. Pushing my hand between us, I rub her clit and that gets a response. Angelia is moaning and thrusts harder and faster. I quicken the pace and continue to rub. I can feel inside her that she's about to come. She seizes up and begins to shake so I let myself to and come with her.

When our breathing has slowed down and I feel that I can actually move, I roll to my back bringing her with me to where she cuddles at my side. I look down at her face and see tears again. At least this time I'm not freaked out by it. I've really got to Google why women cry after sex. She says it's never happened before me; she's not upset or unhappy, so I guess I'll take it as a good thing. I pull the sheet and comforter over us and she cuddles into me. What an incredible day and, with the lack of sleep last night and an eventful day today, I'm exhausted. This feeling of contentment comes over me. I have this beautiful, intelligent girl cuddled beside me. I get to start work outs tomorrow. I truly feel I'll be back at camp this fall. Everything is coming together.

I wait until I hear Sidney's breath slow and know he is fully asleep. Slipping out of bed, I see his tee shirt and pull it on. I take a moment and just smell the fabric. There is a little bit of Tide detergent and a whole lot of him on it. Quietly, I slip out of the bedroom and head downstairs. Getting my phone out of my purse and heading into the family room I look around for a light and don't see one. Oh well. Hitting a button, I make the call. "allo" I hear on the other end and then I burst into tears. My sister knows me well enough that she waits until I've cried it out. When I'm done, she asks "did you just wake me up to cry into the phone or do I really need to be awake for this conversation." "Where are you?" I ask. "Paris" she responds "and it's only 7am in the fucking morning. Do you have any idea what time that is on model-time? So why have you really woken me at this on-Godly hour. From your last text, it sounds like everything is going great. First, tell me seriously, how good is he? I've had a couple footballers in my time and they always have the most outrageous stamina."

I know I need to answer the last question first or else she'll never concentrate. "He's great Ri. Actually, incredibly mind blowing is really the description. My first night her, we had sex three times with three mind blowing orgasms. Then tonight, it was incredibly romantic and sweet, like he was cherishing me;" which makes the tears come back. "Ok Ang, mind blowing, cherishing sex and you're crying to me. What did you do?" "It's not me, I swear it Ri. His parents showed up while we were eating dinner, the two of them, and not very pleased to see me. Sidney didn't tell them anything about me. I invited them to stay for dinner, I'd made lots anyway, and they did so I thought we could get to know each other. His father would have been good during the inquisition. He drilled me the whole hour long about my work, my family, he even asked about mom and dad, and if I made a 'comfortable living.' He actually thinks I want Sidney's money. I don't even know what his mother thinks. She didn't say a fucking thing the whole hour. She nodded when we were introduced and then just picked at her meal. When she finally did say something, it was to apologize for leaving so soon and to tell Sidney that she'll to him tomorrow. They hate me! They truly hate me! I told you this was never going to work."

Mariah sighs "Ang, what did Sidney say when they left?" I thought back to it "he told me that they were just surprised and they're really protective of him. He said we'd get together in the next couple of days and they'll love me." She sighs again "So why are you so freaked out then?" "Sidney is leaving in a dream land Ri. Those people hated the very thought of me in their son's life. When I was going to the washroom, I heard Troy, his dad, tell him that he needs to focus on hockey and getting back to his team and not some girl. He didn't even defend me Ri. He just apologized for not telling them about me. Oh God, this isn't going to work, why did ever let you talk me into thinking it would work. You've got to get me a flight out of her first thing tomorrow. I can meet you in Paris; my apartment is sub-letted for another month at MIT." I know I'm sounding desperate on the verge of hysteria but I just have to get out of here. "Ri, please, his parents hate me, he doesn't need this kind of stress while he's try to get healthy and, very soon, he's going to realize it. I'm already too deep, it will kill me if I stay and fall deeper and then he kicks me to the curb. Please, help me, please."