Flat-Out Celeste (19 page)

Her knees almost gave out. Real life blacked out. Intrinsic emotion and need took over. And Celeste allowed it. For once—God, for once—she let go of outside forces.

When their kissing finally slowed, Celeste had to put her hands to his chest and gently push him from her. It was becoming difficult to kiss when smiling could not be held off.

Justin smiled back at her, the twinkle in his eye undeniable. “I did good?”

“Yes, Justin.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Yes, you did good.”

Celeste realized that Trent’s music was still blaring from the truck. It was funny, she noted, how when one is so deeply engaged in joy, all else ceases to exist.

Joy, she decided, wins out over everything.

MIDNIGHT

“JULIE!” CELESTE BELLOWED into the phone. “Julie!”

“Good morning,” Julie grumbled. “What time is it?”

“It is already eight. Why are you still sleeping?”

“Because I am exhausted from work, and I’m trying to get some sleep before I have to fly home to Ohio and deal with crazy relatives.”

“You are cranky this morning. You are not looking forward to going home?”

“I’m all right,” she said without sounding all right. “What’s going on with you?”

“I am calling with very important news,” Celeste said seriously. She lay on her back on the floor of her bedroom and kicked her feet in the air. “I do believe that I have a suitor.”

“A suitor?”

“Indeed.”

“Justin?”

“Yes.”

“You guys have been talking for a few months, and now… what? Something changed?”

“He took me out last night. Oh, Julie, I have had a sexual awakening!” Celeste exclaimed.

Julie was alert now. “You’ve had a what?”

“There is no cause for alarm.”

“What exactly did you do last night?”

“Justin escorted me to dinner, and I had sushi for the first time. It turns out that sushi is a very sensual food, what with all the silken raw fish and such. My taste buds were ravenous due to the myriad of new flavors.”

“It’s not your taste buds that I’m worried about being ravenous.”

“Just listen. And then he took me—” Celeste stopped herself. Perhaps she shouldn’t tell Julie about the Christmas tree. It would remind her of Matt and what she’d had. And what she’d lost. “Well, anyway, he kissed me. I kissed him. There was a mutual kissing that occurred!”

“And there were clothes on and stuff?” Julie asked.

“Good God, yes, there were clothes on! It was my first kiss! I didn’t exactly fling myself at him and strip down after one kiss. Granted, it was totally spectacular kiss, and, as I mentioned, I experienced some sort of primal sexual awakening, but that didn’t mean that I was ready for intercourse.”

“Oh, man, it’s too early for this.”

“Too early? I’m eighteen. It’s not too early. It’s late. Most girls my age have much more physical experience than I. Now, what others do is honestly of no importance to me because I am not going to be one to up and make love to someone I’ve known for a matter of a few months, but… Oh, Julie, the point here is that Justin was a gentleman. And in that kiss, a part of me came to life.”

Celeste detailed the drive from the house and dinner, how Justin stayed close to her the entire night. How she felt safe and inspired and totally in awe of this boy.

“I like hearing this, Celeste. He sounds so cool. And I’m glad this ‘coming to life’ bit is innocent. Justin sounds very romantic.”

Celeste sighed happily. “He really is. Is this what it was like with you and Matt when you first got together?” She froze. “I should not have mentioned him. I’m sorry. It’s just that, as far as I know, he is the sole great romance you have had, so naturally, I apologize.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like you can’t say his name. He’s your brother.”

“But I’m right, am I not? Matthew has been the one great love of your life.”

“Just because I haven’t been involved with anyone else really doesn’t mean… I don’t know. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted it to work out between you two. I believe it should have. And that it still can. He loves you.”

“No. Not anymore.”

“And you love him,” Celeste insisted.

“No. I don’t. I don’t love Matt anymore.” But Julie’s voice broke.

Celeste waited a moment. “Fine, then. You don’t love Matt; Matt doesn’t love you. There, all settled.”

“Look, I’m glad you’re having a good time with Justin and enjoying being all googley-eyed, but that doesn’t make you an expert on everyone else’s life. You have no idea what Matt and I have been through. How complicated relationships can get. It’s not fair to act like I just gave up on us for no reason. It was a two-way street. It’s been two years. It’s over.” Julie had raised her voice, and Celeste heard a sniff. “Sometimes love is not enough, and it doesn’t matter how much you want it. Want
him
. And even if nobody else compares to that person, it doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to be with him.”

Celeste sat up suddenly and smiled. Whether she knew it or not, Julie was giving her wonderful news. “You’re right,” she said matter-of-factly. “There is no hope. It’s over. I’m very sure that Matthew has no feelings for you either. He has likely forgotten your name. I won’t mention your hopeless relationship again.”

Julie blew her nose in a most noisy manner. “Now, why don’t you tell me about colleges? Any idea where you might end up?”

“I’m still not sure.”

“Still no interest in flying? Stanford’s not too shabby. And near me.”

“I would not mind an acceptance letter from such a prestigious school, but traveling across country by train so many times is impractical.”

“Understood.”

“College is boring. Let us continue talking about Justin.”

Julie laughed. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

Celeste helped herself to another pizelle and leaned back into the couch. Justin’s father, Filippo Milano, had been coerced into telling her what Justin was like as a child, and she was soaking in every word. Filippo leaned in from his spot on a chair next to her. “Bundle. Of. Energy. Which I’m sure doesn’t surprise you. That kid was non-stop. But he was adorable. You think that boy is cute now? He was just as cute as a baby. We totally let Justin’s charms work for us. We used to jump lines, get discounts at the bakery, that sort of thing. Anything for free cannoli, am I right? Have you ever tried to make those from scratch?” He rolled his eyes. “Who has time for that?”

Erin playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, Filippo, you are a riot.”

“Truly, Luka and I were so thrilled when Justin arrived. Now, truth be told, he never slept, so there were moments when both of us wondered if we might die from fatigue. I know the toddler years are rough for all parents, but dear God, he was exhausting. Moved nonstop, talked nonstop. Even in grade school, he barely slept. Up all night chatting to himself. But what an
interesting
child. Some children are dull, right? Let’s be honest. But Justin was anything but. Rather draining,” Filippo said with a laugh, “but he was and remains our darling baby.”

Erin nodded and stared a little too intently. “Don’t they always stay our babies? I cannot believe Celeste is off to college next year.”

“Happens in the blink of an eye.” Filippo rose from his seat. “May I get you ladies something to drink? Sparkling cherry water with an orange slice? And I know that the roasted pepper dip will be coming out of the oven in just a few minutes. Shall I stop here first with it?”

“Absolutely,” Erin said. “I’m sure I’ll want to get that recipe from you, too.”

“Then I will be back in a few, my dears. Erin, I want to hear more about your gardening.”

Erin practically blushed.

Celeste nibbled on a delicious waffle cookie and glared at her mother. “You do realize that man is
gay,
don’t you?”

Erin ran a hand through her hair. “Yes, of course, he’s gay. It doesn’t mean that anyone should pretend that he’s not absolutely gorgeous.”

“Mom!” Celeste laughed.

“Well, he is! Don’t you agree? That sleek black hair, the dark Italian complexion…”

“I may regurgitate all of the culinary treats I’ve consumed this evening. That man is Justin’s father. I am not going to comment on his appearance.” She touched a napkin to her mouth. “But he is gorgeous.”

“See?” she practically squeaked.

The New Year’s Eve party at Justin’s house was lovely. Although their condo in Needham was small, that had not stopped them from inviting what Celeste assumed to be every person the family had ever met. The condo was certainly modest compared to the Watkins’ house, but it had a genuinely warm feel with bright colors on the furniture and framed pictures that dotted the walls. And Justin had not been exaggerating when he’d spoken about white lights; the house was positively covered with candles and strings of lights. She loved it, probably because it was so reminiscent of the path that led to the Christmas tree.

Erin brushed a few crumbs from her red dress. “I think I’ll go help Filippo in the kitchen.”

“Oh, God.”

“What? Can’t a girl have a little harmless fun? It’s New Year’s Eve!”

“Perhaps I can take your place?”

Celeste looked up to see Justin’s other father, Luka. She’d spent the first part of the evening with him glued to her side, and she liked him immensely. He had the same deep kindness that Justin did. Luka offered his hand to Erin and helped her to stand.

“Such gracious manners around here,” she said. “Where is Roger? He could use a few lessons from these two.”

“I do believe he’s in the kitchen already, helping with the meatballs.”

“He is? How sexy.”

“Mother!” Celeste was horrified. Yet underneath her sheer embarrassment, she was pleased to see her mother in such good spirits. And so relaxed. There were days when it was hard to even remember Erin’s depression, her consistently serious tone, and her exclusive focus on work and her children’s school performance. This new Erin? She was happier.

Still, Celeste was relieved when Erin took off after the men and Luka sat down with her.

“I very much like your tuxedo,” she said.

“There are so few excuses in life to wear a tuxedo, so I take New Year’s to do so.” Luka had lovely grey hair on the side of his head that blended smoothly into the darker pieces. He had a very neatly trimmed beard and mustache, just a hint more than stubble, she thought, and all in all, there was something quite distinguished about him. “And you, in that silver dress? All sorts of sparkles? Did you wear that to impress your boyfriend’s gay parents?”

“Oh. I had not thought of that.” She looked at Luka, loving the dimples that appeared on his cheeks. “Are you impressed or does it appear that I am attempting to suck up?” This was, without question, the first time that Celeste had every said the words
suck up
, but it seemed appropriate.

“Impressed. With the dress, yes, but more with you. I don’t think that I’ve seen Justin this happy, maybe ever. He’s talked about you incessantly.”

“I hope not to the point that you now find me uninteresting.”

“Never.” Luka lifted his glass. “I toast you, my dear. And I’m glad that your family came here tonight. Is it making you nervous to have the families colliding? Parents and siblings meeting and trading who knows what?”

“Aside from my mother’s inappropriate flirtation with your husband, the evening is going nicely, don’t you think?”

“I do,” he agreed. “And your mother is a spitfire. Now where is your brother. Matthew? I haven’t had a chance to speak to him.”

Celeste lifted her head to catch sight of Matt, who was standing with Justin by a very tall bookcase. “He’s there,” she pointed. “Do you know whom they are speaking with?”

“Ah, yes. That’s my niece. Twenty-five, grad student at Tufts. Very cute. Think your brother would be interested?”

“I think it is worth a try. Matthew is reticent to become involved with anyone due to his stubborn nature.”

“An ex-girlfriend?” Luka guessed.

“Yes.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t be an ex.”

“Precisely.”

“I’ll give it a try anyway.”

Justin had made his way through the crowd to them. “Dad, are you raking Celeste over the coals?”

“I was not. I was talking about the possibility of Matthew and your cousin Amanda.”

“Yeah, good luck. I gave it a shot. She might as well be talking about rocks, he looks so bored.”

“Actually,” Celeste said, “Matthew is fascinated by rocks. You might suggest that to her. I did not realize that you were a family of matchmakers, but your attempts to bring a romance into Matthew’s life are very much appreciated. At least by me.”

Justin stretched an arm over her shoulder and gave her a noisy kiss on the cheek. She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d seen each other nearly every day of winter break so far, and kissing him, getting to hold him, being held… How was she going to give this up when he went back to school? She couldn’t think about that now.

“Love is love is love,” Justin said decidedly. “And we all need it. But I think Trent is about to pounce on Amanda if Matt doesn’t pick up speed. It’s too bad. She looks interested in Matt.”