“That’s hilarious,” Lisa said in between giggles.
“So, my mom poured her a bowl and watched her eat it. She made it halfway through before she confessed everything.”
“I take it Kimberly doesn’t share your love of Fruity Pebbles.”
“No. Especially not after that.” I chuckled.
Lisa put an arm around me and squeezed. I planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“So where did the name Cole come from?” she asked.
“When I was learning how to read, I kept pronouncing my name phonetically: Lin-cole-n. My family started calling me Cole and it stuck. When I got adopted and changed my name, it became official.”
“That’s kind of adorable.” She giggled and kissed me.
“What’s your favorite movie?”
"That's a tough one," she said. "It changes all the time… Um, one of my all-time favorites is Like Water for Chocolate."
“I’ve never seen that one.”
“It’s beautiful. It’s about two people who are madly in love but kept apart by their families. They do whatever it takes to remain in each other’s life though they know they’ll always have to hide their feelings.”
"Wow. Does the couple end up together?"
“Yes, after decades of waiting, but then they die.”
“Damn.”
“Yes, but still beautiful.” She slid the arch of her foot up and down my shin before tucking her toes in between my calves. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“You can laugh at this one. It’s a comedy, The Jerk.”
"With Steve Martin?" she asked, and I nodded. "My dad loves that movie. I had to have seen that movie at least ten times. Why is that one your favorite?"
“This might sound stupid, but when I was young, it was the only time I saw a family like mine. I’d never seen a white person adopted by a Black family before. I know parts of it would be considered very problematic today, but it’s weird the things that stick with you as a kid. Plus, Steve Martin is a comedic genius.”
"That's not stupid. That's sweet. Next Sunday, we should do a double feature: Like Water for Chocolate to make us cry, then The Jerk to cheer us up."
"That sounds amazing." I rolled over and covered her lips with mine. My hand slid between our bodies, and I found her slick with arousal. I slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned. I slid that same finger into her mouth before kissing her.
“So are we done playing twenty questions?” she asked me when our lips separated with a soft popping sound.
"For tonight." I grinned down at her. "Now, I have a different game in mind."
Friday nightI came home and Lisa was waiting up for me on the couch, holding a cup of tea. I threw down my book bag, toed off my work shoes, and crawled into her lap, where she scratched my head, making me purr like a tiger.
"How was your day, handsome?" she asked. I held up the index finger of the left hand.
"Paper cut," I mumbled in her lap, and she giggled.
"Ay, bendito. Do you want me to kiss it?"
“Could you?”
She grabbed my wrist and brought my bandaged finger to her lips. “All better?”
"Mm-hmm." I planted a kiss on her thigh. "How was your day?"
