"Blake, what's up? How's the ankle?"
Lawson opened the door, exposing his lean, muscular upper body. He had just rolled out of bed and hadn't changed yet, wearing only a white tank top.
A wave of raw, masculine energy hit Blake right in the face, leaving her a little lightheaded.
"Ah? My... my ankle? It still hurts a bit, but... but I can walk on it now."
Seeing Blake stutter and act so flustered was adorable. Lawson couldn't help but chuckle.
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Blake imagination:
"Blake, what's up? How's the ankle?"
Lawson opened the door wearing nothing but a white tank top that hugged his lean, muscular upper body. A wave of raw masculine energy hit Blake right in the face, leaving her a little lightheaded.
"Ah? My… my ankle? It still hurts a bit, but… I can walk on it now."
Seeing her stutter and get all flustered was adorable. Lawson grinned, reached out, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut behind her with his foot.
Before she could say another word, he leaned down and kissed her hard. Blake melted instantly, letting out a soft whimper as his tongue slid into her mouth. One of his big hands boldly grabbed a full handful of her massive left tit, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh through her top while his other hand slid down and groped her round ass, fingers digging in and pulling her body flush against him.
The kiss was hot, wet, and hungry. Blake's knees went weak as he kneaded her ass cheek firmly, his palm owning every inch. After a long, heated moment he finally pulled back, lips shiny, breathing rough.
Blake stood there flushed deep red, nipples stiff and poking against her shirt, thighs pressed together.
"Fuck, you look good in the morning," he said with a smirk.
done..
"Blake, you still haven't told me why you knocked."
"Oh, right! Mom wants to thank you for helping me last night. She wants to invite you over for lunch."
"Really? Let me wash up, I'll be right there!"
It was common courtesy to look presentable when visiting a neighbor. Lawson quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and threw on his newly acquired Ballistic Suit.
This suit was easily the best piece of clothing he owned. Wearing it, he actually looked like a high-society elite. When he walked through the door, both Mrs. Gaines and Blake did a double-take.
"Lawson, why so dressed up?"
"Mrs. Gaines, a gentleman should always look his best when invited over."
"Have a seat. The Bolognese will be ready in a minute."
Lawson noticed Blake was already sitting at the dining table, fork and knife clutched in her hands, looking ready to devour the meal. However, the moment she saw Lawson looking at her, she immediately set down her silverware and struck a ladylike pose.
Soon, steaming plates of spaghetti Bolognese were served, the rich aroma making Lawson's mouth water.
"Mrs. Gaines, are you Italian?"
"Yes, second-generation Italian-American. I learned all these recipes from Blake's grandmother. Go on, give it a try!"
Eating spaghetti with a knife and fork felt a little weird to Lawson, but after taking one bite, he gave a thumbs up.
"This is seriously amazing!"
"You think so? That's wonderful! It's just a shame that such good culinary skills will die with me. Some girls are almost twenty and can't even boil macaroni! I don't know how a girl like that expects to find a boyfriend."
Mrs. Gaines shot a pointed look at her daughter, making Blake blush bright red.
"Mom! I'm focusing on my studies! Didn't I get into Caltech?"
Caltech?
Lawson couldn't help but take another look at Blake. Having been in America for over a month, he had a decent grasp of the social hierarchy. Getting into a private university like Caltech was insanely difficult. Without a glowing recommendation letter from a powerful alumni, getting in on pure merit was near impossible.
You had to be the absolute top tier of academic elites to pull it off. He never expected this spacey, clumsy girl to be a certified genius.
It completely shattered the "big chest, no brains" stereotype. How could someone with such... massive biological armor also have such high grades?
But Caltech wasn't cheap. Top programs could cost over a hundred grand a year, unless Blake scored a full-ride scholarship. Maybe Mr. Gaines was loaded? That would explain why Mrs. Gaines carried herself with such elegance.
"Oh, please. I'd rather you found a proper boyfriend than turn into a 'Nerd' at college."
In America, "Nerd" was a heavy, stereotyped insult for someone obsessed with books and studying. In a highly social society, out-of-touch nerds were often ostracized, bullied, and definitely struggled to date.
"Mom! I came here to get you and Dad back together, not to be interrogated about my life!"
Having her flaws aired out in front of Lawson was too much for Blake, so she quickly changed the subject.
"Blake, what's going on between that man and me is grown-up business. You're a child, you don't need to get involved. What you need to do is find a boyfriend before I start wondering if you're batting for the other team!"
At the mention of boyfriends, Blake shrank, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Mom, I'm nineteen. I'm not a child!"
"Until you're married, you're a child to me!"
Italian family dynamics were actually pretty similar to traditional Asian ones. Mrs. Gaines' words made Lawson think of his family in his past life.
Noticing Lawson's mood suddenly dip, Mrs. Gaines quickly shifted focus.
"Lawson, did I say something wrong?"
"No, Mrs. Gaines. Just thinking about my own family."
"Your family? I don't think I've ever heard you mention them. How are they?"
"They're in another world. A place I can't reach."
Mrs. Gaines immediately assumed the worst.
"Oh, you poor dear!"
The room fell silent. Both mother and daughter looked at Lawson with deep sympathy. Lawson knew they misunderstood, but explaining the concept of parallel universe time-travel wasn't exactly easy.
Just as the silence became awkward, Lawson noticed a strange reflection in the window—like someone watching them from a distance with binoculars. But the moment he turned his eyes toward it, the reflection vanished.
"Lawson, there's more Bolognese in the kitchen. Want another plate?"
"Thank you!"
In the end, under the aggressive hospitality of Mrs. Gaines and Blake, Lawson ate enough food for two meals. He was stuffed.
After lunch, Mrs. Gaines asked Lawson if he could take Blake to the local clinic to get her ankle checked and pick up some painkillers.
Having just eaten her food, Lawson couldn't say no. Plus, it was Blake.
He gave her a piggyback ride down the stairs again. Blake could barely hobble, making stairs dangerous. But on the way to the clinic, Lawson realized it was time to buy a real car.
He had just gotten paid last night. Maybe he'd hit a used car lot and see what he could find. Who knows, maybe he'd stumble across Bumblebee.
At the neighborhood clinic, the doctor poked Blake's ankle twice, asked three questions, and wrote a prescription for heavy painkillers.
That was standard American healthcare. Whether it was a migraine, stomachache, flu, or fever, the doctor prescribed painkillers and told you to go home and tough it out. If you survived, God bless. If you didn't, tough luck.
"Blake, wait here on the bench. I'll go to the pharmacy and grab your meds."
Lawson set Blake down and headed for the nearest pharmacy.
But the second he turned the corner, a massive force slammed him hard against the brick wall.
"What the fuck!"