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“You cooked for me?”
“Yes, but don’t expect much.”
“What is it?”
“It’s just chicken ravioli.”
“I can’t even make that,” he whispered. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
Make my son forgive me.
No, my problems with Jay were separate from my relationship with Scottie. Tonight, he was here. If I brought up Jay, he would only get sad and feel guilty.
Hopefully, he never felt guilty enough to end this.
Dear god, I don’t want him to end us.
“What’s that look?” he asked.
“Nothing important. I should’ve asked you if you wanted to go out.”
“Staying in is good.”
“Watch a movie Griff style?”
“Griff style? Tell me more.”
I took his hand and led him to the living room.
“First, it has to be something on cable TV.” I pushed him gently down on the couch, snagged the remote, and joined him. “Then you kick your shoes off and cuddle right here between my legs.”
“I like where this is going.”
We rearranged ourselves so Scottie half reclined against my chest. I slipped a hand under his shirt and stroked the smooth skin of his tummy.
“Is touching me a part of this experience?” He tilted his head back and grinned.
“Oh, there will be lots and lots of touching.” I handed him the remote. “During the commercials only. You find something you want us to watch.”
His hand shook a little when he took the remote from me and turned on the television. I hated that we weren’t in my own place, but I was working on it. Luckily, Scottie didn’t seem put off by me rooming with a friend in a small apartment.
Scottie flipped through the cable channel. “Ooh, what about this?” He landed on an older looking movie.
“What’s that about? Looks really old?”
“It’s called Blade Runner. You’ve never seen this before? Jay and I must have seen it a dozen times already.”
“And you still want to watch it?”
“Sure. It’s a classic.”
The movie turned out to be not half as bad as I’d feared though I couldn’t get into the whole Sci-Fi theme. I didn’t watch much TV. Everything on air seemed so much more advanced than before I went to prison. I never truly got back into the habit of sitting in front of the television, but watching with Scottie was more fun than alone. He was excited, and he got so sucked into the movie he forgot to be self-conscious. He laughed, huffed his annoyance, and even swore at the characters. In his own adorable way.
When the first commercial came on, I slipped my hand under his shirt as promised and found his nipple. I strummed the nub into a hard point.
“Scottie.”
“Hmm?”
