“Use it.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“I’ll use it.” He smirked.
My giggle turned into a full laugh. “You do that. I’m gonna check out our view.”
Seth followed, not using the bidet. I understood why they have them, but a shower did the same thing, and I didn’t have to have water shooting up my ass.
The floor length window stretched from wall to wall. When I pulled back the sheer white curtain, the pool down below was the first thing I saw, and then buildings and desert, but not the strip. “Want to go to the pool?”
“We can do whatever you want to do.”
I’d seen crazy Vegas pool parties on TV before, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be involved in one. I was fast approaching thirty, not a young twenty-one-year old who didn’t have a care in the world. However, the pool was calling my name. After we slipped on our suits, we trucked ourselves to the pool.
The Vegas heat slapped us in the face the moment we went back outside. I couldn’t wait to take a dip in the water. We grabbed towels and went in search of lounge chairs. The pool I wanted to swim in was packed with people. It wasn’t like what I’d seen on TV. There was music blaring, but people weren’t dancing and being wild. Everyone was just standing in the pool talking and drinking.
I could live with that.
We laughed, we talked, we kissed, and we lived in the present. There was no past we needed to rehash, and there was no future we needed to figure out. We just had a good time being together.
Finally.
After the pool,we took a shower, not a bath—the Jacuzzi was for later—and then we got dressed for dinner. I didn’t have anything nice to wear since I hadn’t planned on staying. My last outfit was jeans and a thin sweater that I was going to wear on the plane. Seth was taking me to a nice dinner—our first date—therefore, I put the dress I wore to the wedding back on. And I did have extra panties thank God. My mom always told me to pack an extra pair in my carry-on in case my luggage got lost.Thanks, Mom!
Walking hand in hand, we walked to the strip and then down to the Cosmopolitan where STK Steakhouse was. I’d seen the restaurant in Miami but had never been. STK was a sleek, sexy restaurant with white seating and wood tables. It screamed Vegas.
I ordered a Mango About Town which consisted of tequila, a spicy liquor, mango, lemon, and cayenne. I was hesitant at first, but the waitress assured me it would pair well with the steak I’d ordered. Seth ordered a beer.
“To our first date,” Seth said and held up his glass.
I smiled and picked up mine, then we cheered. Usually, this was the time each person would ask one-hundred questions, but even though we hadn’t seen each other in so long, it felt as though no time had passed. I wanted to ask him those first date questions like: What kind of music do you like? What’s your favorite movie? But I knew the answers—at least I thought I did.
“So, how’s Miami these days?” Seth asked.
I chuckled. “Hot.”
“I haven’t been back in years. I need to visit Grandma.”
“She moved from the trailer park, right?” I briefly remember seeing pictures of her new apartment onFacebook.
“Yeah. A few years back, my parents and I moved her into a senior living facility.”
“Like a nursing home?”
Seth took a sip of his beer. “No, an active senior community.”
“Oh! Does she like it?”
“She loves it. She even has a boyfriend.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “A boyfriend?”
“Nice guy. I’ve met him a few times.”
“They don’t …”
He laughed, throwing his head back. “I hope not.”
