Page 44 of Country Charm

Cassidy: We did. This morning I noticed a little more detail in the split second I was in there. Were those built-ins custom?

Any chance of getting Cassidy’s mind in the gutter is gone. She’s in full-on book mode. That’s okay with me, as long as we’re making good conversation. Talking about books with her is like talking about life.

Me: Yeah, my pop had them made for my ma.

Cassidy: Talk about a grand gesture.

Me: My pop is the kind of guy who always keeps my ma smilin, even if she is pissed, she has a smirk on her face.

Cassidy: Sounds like the real deal.

Me: They are.

Cassidy: Well, I’ll let you finish your meal on your perfect porch, on your perfect land, listening to the perfect sounds of crickets.

Me: After talking with the perfect girl, I’d say this Sunday is the best I’ve had in a long time.

Cassidy: Franny on her way over to join you?

Me: Oh. Hi Sassidy. I was kindly referring to your alter ego Cassidy, let her know.

Cassidy: Funny.

Me: Hilarious.

Cassidy: Goodnight, Country Charm.

Me: Goodnight, Cassidy.

I tuck my phone away and drink down my beer. Looking around and thinking about Cassidy’s words, my land really is a slice of paradise. I’m glad she thinks so too.

Three days have gone by, and my life is going about the way it usually does. Only thing new is that I’m glued to my phone. Cassidy and I are talking more than before. Before last weekend she would sparsely text me throughout the day and we would mostly text at night. Now we talk all damn day. Part of me is concerned I’ve moved even deeper into the friend zone. She’s telling me everything, not just small talk stuff. The woman is telling me about her meals, snacks, moods, activities, and conversations.

I love hearing from her, but I want more than her friendship. There’s not much I can do physically because I’m far away. Knowing how compatible we are, I decide tonight I’m going to try and change our dialogue.

I’m lying in the library flipping through some poems when my phone goes off.

Cassidy: Howdy partner. Just finished my workout with Georgie. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me. Time to shower and read. WYD?

Holy shit. This might be easier than I thought. I walk down the stairs and seat myself atop the covers of my bed.

Me: I was in the library thinkin about you. Now I’m movin to the bedroom to think about you in the shower.

Please Lord, cut this man some slack and give me another inch with this woman.

Cassidy: Oh yeah? Sweaty girls are a thing for you?

Me: I sure as hell didn’t mind when you were sweaty and under me.

Cassidy: I’m really sweaty right now.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me a mile.

Me: Wish I was there.

Cassidy: What would you do if you were?

Me: I’d strip those clothes off your sticky skin, bend you over your bathroom vanity, lick and bite at your salty flesh.

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