“A month.” So much had changed in such a short amount of time. It felt like weeks and weeks, like my soul had been following hers for years, not thirty days.
“Let’s table this conversation for the year mark.”
“Are we going too fast?” I asked her.
“With moving in? Yeah.”
“I mean, with everything else.”
“Oh… I don’t know. What do you think?”
I think if you agreed to marry me today, I’d fly us to Vegas.
“I like where we’re at,” I answered. “I might be a teensy bit jealous of your new roommate, though.” I pinched my fingers together.
“Those blue eyes can get you out of anything.”
“How do you think I convinced those cops to stop coming around?” I teased.
“Desi, that’s not funny.” She scowled.
“Oh, come on. You’re too sensitive about this.”
“About my boyfriend killing someone?”
I sighed. “Can we move on?”
“Fine. Let me stir the mashed potatoes.”
This Thanksgiving dinner was by far the best one I’d ever had, and I made sure to tell her so.
“My family has never celebrated. It was always just the kids being served by the staff.”
“Your parents didn’t eat Thanksgiving dinner?”
Why would they? They didn’t need to consume anything other than blood to survive. “Not with us. Now that I’m out of the house, they don’t do it at all anymore.”
“What about Christmas, do you get candy and stuff?”
“The kids do. Everyone gets presents, we’re just not food people. What were your holidays like growing up?”
Scout took another roll off the plate in the middle of the table. “Different in every house I lived in. Sometimes we sat with the families, sometimes we served them. Most of the food was similar, although I did stay with one family that ate fish a lot. I left before Christmas, thankfully.”
Our lives couldn’t be any more different.
“What about Christmas?” I asked. “Do you have a favorite Christmas?”
She thought for a moment. “There was one Christmas, I was with this family that only wanted me for the money. I lived in the basement and had old things. As their family was unwrapping presents, there was a phone call and then the social worker came. I thought they were coming to take me away, but instead, they brought another girl, Nalida.” She smiled, and her eyes took on a distant look. “She was the closest thing I ever had to a real family. Having her with me was the best present.”
This year, she would have so many presents her awful childhood would be a distant memory.
After dinner, we made our way to the living room, where we snuggled on the couch. Our bellies were full as we watchedThe Wedding Singeron TV. This was bliss. Halfway through the movie, Scout leaned forward and plucked a fireball out of the candy dish she had on her coffee table. She put her head in my lap and rolled to look up at me. She popped the hot cinnamon candy in her mouth and grinned.
“I don’t see how you can eat those all the way to the end.”
“They’re good!” She’d been eating them for a week now. She plucked it out of her mouth and offered it to me. I turned my head. “Come on.” She stroked my cock once, and I throbbed under her touch. “You suck on this… and I’ll suck on that.”
