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“And look at all we’ve done, all we’ve shared. Bunny, you’re mine now. You even said so. So talk to me.”
“I will. But not now.”
“Fine. As you wish.”
I’m not used to people telling me no, or to wait, it’s just not how I’ve accepted things all my adult life, but with her, it’s different. If she needs time, I’ll give her time, for now. But I don’t like it.
After another episode of her blanking out again, she comes back, blinking rapidly, and surprises me when she speaks.
“I need a phone.” She says matter of factly.
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’d like to have one I mean, if you don’t mind. In case we get separated, or I want to take pictures, you know.”
It feels more like a demand than a request, and something in me is telling me that whatever is in her head is the driving for force behind it. It’s a normal thing to have though, everyone has a phone in their hand all the time, even me, so with a wave of my hand to dismiss the feeling that toils in my guts I quietly accept with a nod and a smile.
“No problem. Finish your drink and we’ll go get one.”
“Really?” She asks surprised, her eyebrows shooting up on her forehead.
“Yes baby. Anything for you.”
“You’re too good to me.” She squeals, jumping up, reaching over the table, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips to hers.
She kisses me like she never has before, with a feeling I’ve yet to savor, and I can’t put my finger on what it is. I like it, and I don’t, and I can’t figure out why.
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Her demeanor changes the moment that she fires up her new phone, playing with all the functions, and snapping pictures of me, the view from the bike, and everything that we see throughout the evening. There’s pictures of the posh restaurant we’re in, our dinner, and dessert, and even one of me sliding a forkful of carrot cake past her pretty lips.
“I want that one, text it to me.” I say to her as she sets the new device down on the rustically Italian dressed table and looks at me with a new found adoration.
“Absolutely, Sir.” She says all sultry with a lowered voice and small rasp to her words, making parts of me wake up that have been quiet all day.
“My bunny have something on her mind?” I ask, taking another bite of the moist cake with cream cheese frosting, and washing it down with a sip of premium whiskey.
“Maybe.”
“Mmmm, do tell me.”
“It’s a surprise.” She says, turning her face down, but looking up at me with eyes that promise something devious and fun.
“I love surprises.”
“Not yet though. I like it here and I’d like to stay awhile.”
“Wanna sit outside, and enjoy the evening with some wine?” I ask her, flagging over the red vested waiter who hustles over to us immediately. Money talks in places like this, and they always make sure to accommodate me very well. “Space for two outside please.”
“Right away Mister Lambert.” He says, rushing out the patio doors to prepare a spot for us in the alfresco lounge.
When he returns with a large bottle of champagne in his hands and two tall flutes, he motions for us to follow him with a big grin and broad smile on his youthful face. He’s extremely pleasant and has done an amazing job of looking at me and not Millie with every interaction. He’s earned himself a hefty tip.
Slapping a couple of hundreds in his hand with a hearty shake, I take the bottle and dainty glasses and set them down on the wooden and tile coffee table in front of a beautiful love seat that sits on the patio and faces the ocean.
It's the ideal location to end a beautiful day and spending it with the stunning woman on my arm makes it beyond perfection.
The ocean breeze blows in, bringing with it the scents of salt and sand, and moves the little clear Christmas lights that dangle from the white wooden trellis and arbor that block the sight of the streets on the side of the restaurant, making the view solely in the direction of the beach and it’s crashing waves. Green vines with small white flowers fill in the gaps between the lattice work and make the lights look more festive for the holiday, even though it’s eighty degrees out and humid as hell.
