My drunken state didn't last long. When my eyes flew open at three-thirty
in the afternoon, my head hurt so bad that I couldn't sit up right away.
Wait, where was I? I looked around, pleased to see that I was in my own
bedroom and lying in my own bed. I heard a sigh next to me. I looked next
to me, where the sound came from, and saw Leticia. She was sleeping in her
underwear, on top of the covers. I smiled and drank in the sight of her.
She was wearing black cotton bikini underwear and this matching bra she
liked. She was on her back, her face turned away from me, her chest rising
and falling with each breath. Jesus, I just wanted to climb on top of her
and show her how much I loved her, but I loved her so much that I was
afraid I'd break her.
I put my arms behind my head and began to think. Leticia was a woman now, as Chang said. She is no longer the little punk in Army pants who could flatten a swarthy Asian in two seconds. She was a woman, a lady. No longer a girl. I had a hard time realizing that not long ago. After I fucked up the last truck heist, I was scared that she would never talk to me again, since she was almost road kill. She ran off to Mexico with Leon, didn't call or talk to us for six months. Found out they lived in Tijuana and Mia and I joined them after Vince got out of the hospital. We came to PR because we were sick of being in Mexico. Letty needed to be near her mother, Mexico was no place to raise Paul, stuff like that. Letty became a different person since we moved here. It's almost as if she no longer depends on me for things and it's almost as if she is doing okay without leaning on me for a crutch. It's been scaring me. I think that she doesn't feel the same way about me as she did in LA, or even in Mexico. I used to be her protector. Now, she protects herself and seems like she's doing okay. Chang was right. I need to talk to her. I love her so much that it's killing me inside and I'm worried that she doesn't want to be with me anymore. It worried me because I have a little gift to give her and I want to wait for the right time to present it to her.
I sat up slowly, allowing my brain to recover from the alcohol bath I gave it last night. My clothes were in the closet. If I could just sneak over to the closet, grab something, and run to the bathroom silently, Letty wouldn't wake up and she could sleep. What was she doing, sleeping until three-thirty in the afternoon, anyway? Was she sick? But before I could even think about getting up out of bed, Leticia stirred and turned her face toward me. Her ebony eyes fluttered open and focused on me for a second. Her lips sprang into a huge smile.
"Hey, Dom," her scratchy little voice said.
My heart melted. "Hey, babe." Scratch that. I wasn't going to get up any time soon.
I put my arms behind my head and began to think. Leticia was a woman now, as Chang said. She is no longer the little punk in Army pants who could flatten a swarthy Asian in two seconds. She was a woman, a lady. No longer a girl. I had a hard time realizing that not long ago. After I fucked up the last truck heist, I was scared that she would never talk to me again, since she was almost road kill. She ran off to Mexico with Leon, didn't call or talk to us for six months. Found out they lived in Tijuana and Mia and I joined them after Vince got out of the hospital. We came to PR because we were sick of being in Mexico. Letty needed to be near her mother, Mexico was no place to raise Paul, stuff like that. Letty became a different person since we moved here. It's almost as if she no longer depends on me for things and it's almost as if she is doing okay without leaning on me for a crutch. It's been scaring me. I think that she doesn't feel the same way about me as she did in LA, or even in Mexico. I used to be her protector. Now, she protects herself and seems like she's doing okay. Chang was right. I need to talk to her. I love her so much that it's killing me inside and I'm worried that she doesn't want to be with me anymore. It worried me because I have a little gift to give her and I want to wait for the right time to present it to her.
I sat up slowly, allowing my brain to recover from the alcohol bath I gave it last night. My clothes were in the closet. If I could just sneak over to the closet, grab something, and run to the bathroom silently, Letty wouldn't wake up and she could sleep. What was she doing, sleeping until three-thirty in the afternoon, anyway? Was she sick? But before I could even think about getting up out of bed, Leticia stirred and turned her face toward me. Her ebony eyes fluttered open and focused on me for a second. Her lips sprang into a huge smile.
"Hey, Dom," her scratchy little voice said.
My heart melted. "Hey, babe." Scratch that. I wasn't going to get up any time soon.