lána

You and your ex had been broken up for almost 8 months now. You had moved on already. She clearly hasn’t, though.

Two months after you had broken up, you and Te-hina started dating, and when your ex found out, all of a sudden, she texts you every other day as if you guys are friends.

At first it was small stuff her texting you good morning, asking you how was your day, asking what you’ve been up to

You honestly paid her no mind, always gave her a dry response after a while. Te-hina knows about it, but it doesn’t really bother her.

One evening, you and Te-hina were lying on the couch watching a movie, and your phone buzzed. You looked at it, and it was your ex. Te-hina, naturally wanting to see who’s texting you, looks over.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey how was your day?

Why does she keep texting you? Te-hina says, a little irritated.

You shrug. I don’t know.

Y’all broke up almost eight months ago now. She needs to let the shit go, Te-hina says.

If only she realized that she texted you that Monday. It’s now Wednesday. Te-hina went to lunch and then shopping with her friends, so she’s not there. You’re sitting down in the kitchen on your laptop doing some work, and you get a text, and you already know who it is.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: [3 attachments] I was going through my camera roll and I found these pictures of us. I miss our relationship.

you: Why are you being weird? You know I’m in a relationship.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I’m not trying to be weird damn a girl can’t reminisce.

You: Never said you couldn’t. You don’t have to text me about it, though.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: My bad then.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Oh, can I ask you something?

you: What is it?

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Are you actually happy with her?

you: Obviously, what are you asking me that for?

xxx-xxx-xxxx:xxx-xxx-xxxx: I was just curious.

you: Why?

xxx-xxx-xxxx: We were together for two years. I guess I just wondered if you ever compared us.

You frowned at the screen.

you: No

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Damn okay.

you: Even if I did, I’m with Te-hina now. You need to respect that.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I said okay.

read 3:30 PM

You hear the door open behind you, and it’s Te-hina. She walks in holding a bunch of shopping bags.

She sets the bags down on the couch and walks up behind you, kissing you on the cheek.

So what have you been up to while I was—

She texted me again.

Let me see. Te-hina says.

You grab your phone and show her the messages. She stands there reading them, and then she looks up.

She got me messed up.

The fuck does she mean? Are you happy with me? You know what?

What are you abo—

Then you hear her calling someone, and you already know what she’s doing. You try to grab your phone, but she backs up.

Then she picks up…

Hello?

Yeah, this is Te-hina.

You already knew who she was talking to.

You sighed. “Te—

She ignored you.

No, actually, I wanna know what the fuck your problem is.

She immediately started talking.

What? I don’t have a problem. Why are you calling me?

Te-hina laughed.

Don’t do that. Don’t sit there acting confused like you don’t know why I’m calling.

I was just texting her. I didn’t do anything wrong.

You were just texting her?” Te-hina repeated. “You sent her pictures of y’all together and told her you miss your relationship. That’s not just texting her.

We were together for two years. I’m allowed to miss what we had.

Miss it privately then. You don’t need to bring that shit to her.

You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t say to her.

Yes, I do, bitch, especially when you’re disrespecting my relationship.

Oh my god, you’re being dramatic.

Te-hina scoffed.

Dramatic? Bitch, you’re texting my girlfriend every other day like you want her back.

I’m not trying to get her back.

Then why the fuck are you asking if she’s happy with me?

Silence.

Exactly.

I was just curious.

Curious about what? If she’s secretly miserable? If she misses you? If there’s a chance for you to come back?

That’s not what I said.

You didn’t have to say it. The shit is obvious.

She sighed.

You barely know me. You don’t know what I’m thinking.

I know enough. I know my girlfriend is uncomfortable with you constantly popping up, and I know you don’t respect that she’s moved on.

She never told me she was uncomfortable.

Te-hina looked over at you.

Because she’s too nice.

Then she looked back at the phone.

That’s the difference between me and her. She gives people the benefit of the doubt. I don’t.

So you’re just calling me to insult me?

No. I’m calling you because apparently nobody else has told you that this shit is weird.

You’re really insecure.

Te-hina laughed.

Bitch please. every time somebody gets called out, suddenly it’s insecurity.

If you trusted her, you wouldn’t care. And watch that bitch word hoe.

Bitch who are you calling a hoe? And for the record, I trust her completely. I don’t trust you.

She went quiet.

You need to understand something. She chose me. She’s with me. She’s happy with me.

Okay.

And you asking her if she’s happy with me was disrespectful as fuck.

I already apologized.

No, you said ‘my bad’.

You’re making this a bigger deal than it is.

And you’re making it seem smaller than it is.

A pause.

Leave her alone. Seriously.

I can talk to whoever I want.

No, the fuck you can’t, bitch.

Whatever.

Yeah, whatever.

And also don’t text my girlfriend shit again, bitch.

Te-hina hung up.

The kitchen went silent.

She placed your phone back down.

I tried being patient.

But that shit was getting ridiculous.

Today is you and Olivia’s two-year anniversary. 

You’re standing in front of the mirror, still half done, trying to decide if your dress is sitting right or if you’re just being dramatic. Olivia is behind you, already dressed, leaning against the doorway like she’s got nowhere else to be but right there watching you.

She’s in a clean, simple fit, chain sitting low, hair brushed out like she actually took her time tonight. Still masc in the way she holds herself, relaxed but intentional. Like she planned every second of this.

“You’ve been staring at yourself for five minutes,” she says.

“I’m making sure I don’t look crazy.”

“You don’t.”

You glance at her in the mirror. “That was too fast. You didn’t even think about it.”

Olivia pushes off the doorframe and walks up behind you, hands sliding gently to your waist. Not rushing you, just there.

“I don’t have to think about it,” she says quietly. “I mean look at you, you’re beautiful.”

Your shoulders loosen a little at that, like your body heard it before your brain did.

She meets your eyes in the mirror. “Turn around.”

You do.

Her thumb brushes the edge of your dress like she’s straightening something only she can see. Then she leans in and presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“Happy two years,” she says.

Your smile comes easy this time. “Happy two years.”

Then Olivia taps your hip. “C’mon. I made reservations and I’m not letting you be the reason we miss them.”

“Ok, I’m coming.” You laugh as she leads you out.

Olivia drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh as Kwn plays quietly in the background. Windows cracked just enough to let the night air slip in.

You finally arrive at the restaurant Olivia parks and you both get out

the restaurants lights are dim and warm, naturally setting that romantic atmosphere. They seat you in a corner booth. Olivia sits on one side and you sit across from her. You both order your food and you both just start talking about each other’s week.

“This is exactly what I needed,” you say, leaning back.

“Me too. Practice has been a lot.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing again.

Once the food comes, the conversation drifts easily after that. Little stories. Her teasing you. Her worrying about you more than she’s worried about eating her food. You catching her staring and making her look away like she got caught doing something she shouldn’t.

At some point, she reaches across the table and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your hair 

her hand lingers for a second. 

“What,” you ask softly.

“Nothing,” she says, but she’s smiling now. “You’re just really pretty.”

You don’t push it. You just let your hand find hers across the table. 

The drive home is quiet

Olivia parks and turns off the engine. Both of you just sit there for a second. You both get out of the car and go up to your apartment. 

Once you’re inside, you both kick your shoes off near the door. 

In the kitchen, she pulls you in first.

No words at first. Just her hands at your waist again, your hands sliding up her shoulders, that same pull you’ve had for two years that still doesn’t feel old.

“Tonight was amazing,” you say quietly.

“It really was,” she murmurs.

You lean in first this time, and she meets you halfway. The kiss is slow. Her thumb brushes your side, steadying you, and you exhale into her like you’ve been holding your breath all day. When she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours.

“You good?” she asks.

You nod.

“Come here,” she says softer, already guiding you down the hall.

She leads you into the bedroom. 

The bedroom door clicks shut behind you. Olivia's hand is still at your waist, but she doesn't pull you in right away. She just stands there, breathing heavily now that you're alone.

You reach for the hem of her shirt first. She lets you lift it, arms up, chain catching on the fabric before it drops to the floor. Revealing her sports bra, you grab the hem and pull it over her head, nipples already hard from the cool air. You run your thumbs over them once, slow, and she exhales through her nose like she's trying not to react too fast.

She steps closer and finds the zipper at the back of your dress. It slides down easily. The fabric loosens around your shoulders, and you let it fall, stepping out of it until you're in just your underwear.

Olivia's eyes move over you, but she doesn't say anything. She just hooks her thumbs into her own waistband and pushes her pants down, kicking them aside with her socks. Nothing left but the chain around her neck.

You back her toward the bed until her knees hit the edge. She sits, then lies back when you nudge her shoulder. The sheets are cool under her. You climb on top of her, straddling her hips for a second, then slide down, kissing down her sternum.

Your mouth finds her left nipple first. You suck it slowly, tongue pressing flat against it, and Olivia's hand comes up to the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. You switch to the other one, teeth grazing it lightly, and she lets out a moan.

You keep moving down. She tenses under your lips. When you settle between her legs, she spreads them without being asked. You hook your fingers into the sides of her boxers and pull them off. She lifts her hips to help. You throw them and they land somewhere on the floor.

Her lips are already slick when you part them with your fingers. You lean in and drag your tongue from her entrance up to her clit in one slow motion.

Olivia's hips twitch. You do it again, slower, letting the flat of your tongue press against her. Her hand finds your hair again, fingers gripping a handful of your hair. You suck her clit gently, then harder, and her thighs start to tighten around your head.

You slide two fingers into her while your mouth stays on her clit. She's warm and tight inside, clenching around you every time you curl them. You keep the rhythm steady, licking and sucking, feeling her dripping on your tongue. Her breathing turns uneven, short exhales that turn into moans she doesn't bother holding back anymore.

You glance up once. Her free hand is gripping the sheet, knuckles pale. Her nipples are still wet from your mouth, rising and falling with every breath.

You go back down, sucking harder on her clit, fingers moving deeper, and her hips start to rock against your face getting her juices on your face She doesn't say your name, just lets out this low, broken moan when she comes, thighs shaking around you, pussy clenching around your fingers.

You ease off slowly, licking her through it until she's twitching from oversensitivity. Then you crawl back up, kissing her stomach, her chest, her mouth. She tastes herself on your tongue and doesn't pull away. Her arms come around you, holding you there, both of you breathing hard in your dimly lit bedroom. 

“Happy Anniversary,” you say softly in her ear.

She smiles.  

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Olivia says back.