Page 7 of Imperfections Forbidden
“I like to be prepared.”
“Of course you do.”
When she comes back, I’m very pleased.She’s wearing black leggings, a fitted burgundy sweater and wedge boots with fur around the ankles.
“How do I look?”
“I approve.”
“I knew you would.”
“You found the blow dryer?”Looking at her hair, I can tell she did.
“Thank goodness I did.My hair was starting to look like a frizzy curly kit.”
“I like your hair natural; it reminds me of the first time I ever saw you.You look cute when it’s like that.”
“When you’re a little girl it’s cute, when you’re an adult you can’t rock that look without a lot of products to tame it.”
“I’ll take your word for it.I know how women are about their hair.”
She sits facing me on the couch.I put my phone down and face her.“What do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know.What do you want to do?”
My eyes travel to her lips all the way down her body back up to her warm brown eyes.I give her a wicked smile.
“Besides that.”
“This outfit you have on makes you look like a ski bunny slash figure skater.”
“I was thinking the same thing when I looked in the mirror.”
“Then to Rockefeller center we go.”
“For what?”
“We can’t let this outfit go to waste, we’re going ice skating.”
“No, we’re not!I haven’t ice skated in years!”
“So?”
“So I don’t want to fall flat on my ass.”
“Don’t worry, if you fall, I’ll catch you.It’ll be fun.”
“Fun for who?”
“It’s like riding a bike; once you know how you never forget.”
“What if someone sees us together?”
“Like who?We’re skating, not having sex on the ice.”
“I’m supposed to be spending the weekend with my friend.”
“And you are.Two old friends who happen to be in the same place at the same time.”
