Page 67 of Tattered Souls
Except... maybe it wouldn’t be such a good thing for that to happen.
I really will be beating the brakes off people left and right.
But as I stood there watching her fiddle with her glass of pop and the chip bag, yeah, bring all that shit on.
I moved into the living room, tagging my phone in my pocket and flicking it on silent.
I walked to the back of the couch and said, “How about an impromptu date night? I’m going to hop in the shower. Mind having me a beer sitting on the table and the show you were watching queued up?”
Her head tilted to the side, strands of her soft black hair falling in front of her face.
At her nod, I winked. Then I saw the timer on the oven.
“Dinner?” I asked.
She nodded, “Yeah, it’s that pasta cheesy chicken bake with broccoli.”
I moaned, damn, but I couldn’t wait. She even crushed Ritz crackers and crumbled them on top.
After my shower, I took the beer she offered, and the plate she handed me, and then I followed her to the couch.
I lifted my chin, “Turn it back on, baby.”
She bit her lip but did as I asked.
And I sat there as I ate three servings and watched a show calledCharmed.
By the fourth episode, I was getting into it. It was pretty cool. The three sisters kicked ass, and the warlocks were cool as shit.
She giggled at my commentary and laughed when I shook my head at some scenes.
All in all, it had been a quiet night at home.
***
We were on our way to my parents’ house for our bi-weekly family dinner.
“I need to get it cut,” she murmured as the wind blew all around her into the open window.
I glanced at her, looked at her hair, and shrugged, “If that’s what you want to do.”
Hesitantly, she asked, “You don’t care?”
I shook my head. “Your hair, Tink. You want to cut it, go for it. Just ask that you not change the color too much. Love your hair, baby.”
She nodded, “I’ll leave it then.”
I shook my head, then pulled over to the side of the road, ignoring a few horns that blared at me. “Tink, baby, I love you. I love everything about you. I’ll love whatever you do to your hair. I just like the softness of it, and the way it feels when it glides over my chest.”
She stared into my eyes like she always did when she wanted to ascertain whether I was being honest with her or not.
She didn’t realize that I was always honest with her.
And I always would be.
She must have seen whatever she wanted to, because she smiled, then nodded, and yeah, that smile... it went straight to my dick.
I groaned, “Can’t smile at me like that, Gorgeous.”
