While walking around Newport after lunch, we discovered a Friday the 13th flash sale at a woman-owned tattoo shop. We were the only two who decided to get a tattoo as the rest of the group went to a local bookstore around the corner.
We had to choose from their predesigned sheet and there were a few options I kept coming back to, but ultimately the scorpion won out.
Calypso didn’t ask why I chose that, even though she watched me with a weird expression after I picked it. She’s a scorpio.
If she wanted to know, I’d tell her the truth: it didinfluence me.
After I told Calypso I was hers, I didn’t expect any big declaration on her end. I know she’s mine for another two months, but I don’t want to make assumptions about the trajectory of our relationship. It’s hard not to when I’m still living in her house.
Going into week three, I had started to look at some potential rental options. My choices were unlimited at that point, but honestly, the thought of moving out sucked. I wasn’t going to push Calypso for more time, though.
The same night she saw the listings on my phone, she mentioned wanting to be more intentional with her grocery shopping and meal planning for the week. She said we could plan for the following week depending on what was available at the farmer’s market, but I’d probably need to stop at the grocery store on my way home.
Yup, she said the wordhome. I had to stop myself from streaking down the street, or something equally ridiculous, out of pure happiness. I don’t think showing my bare ass to the whole town would help our initial cause anyway.
The next night, she asked if I would be around in a few weeks to sign for Vivi’s wedding gift when it’s delivered.
I slowed my search but kept a few options in my favorites folder, just in case.
A few mornings later, she mentioned wanting to buy a new mattress and wanted my input since “I sleep there too.” Her exact words. There was also the time she said it was cheaper to order Rosie’s new kibble on a subscription straight from the company’s website. She had already set it up to be delivered to her house.
On the day of the three week mark, she placed a new bed on the small, back patio for Rosie.
After that, I deleted the rental app.
Fuck it,I thought to myself.It can always be redownloaded.
I knew I was in the clear when I left five hundred bucks for bills on the counter and she didn’t argue with me. I’vebeen sending that amount every week straight to her account ever since. I already paid for as much as she’d allow but she was strict about the bills while I was aguest.
Even as a homeowner, California is expensive. If I’m still there in the new year, I’ll ask how much her mortgage, and everything else, really is. Baby steps.
I’m doing my best to swindle my way into Calypso’s life forever, but if she decides otherwise, I want this memory of her. Of our time together. All of my tattoos have been tied to moments in my life, and every one with her has been a goddamn gift.
Plus, if it’s not Calypso who I end up with, I don’t think there will ever be another woman who would fit me as well as she does.
I’d brand my skin a hundred times over for her.
The cake was the obvious choice for her from the beginning, and the little minx thought she was being cheeky by putting it on her ass.
It’ll be a cute sight when I’m balls deep inside of her.
A throat clears behind us and Calypso pushes up off my chest to look at the stewardess, staying on my lap.
“Here are the chocolate-covered strawberries and bottle of whiskey you ordered,” she says, setting a tray down next to us. Along with the mentioned items are two glasses.
Calypso smiles and grabs a glass. “Thank you.”
After ensuring we don’t need anything else, the stewardess goes back inside. We’re alone, and other than at night, there are very few private moments. Even though we spent the previous two days on the ship, we’ve been either separated or in groups. As much as Calypso loves her siblings, she goes to bed every night exhausted from being surrounded by them all day.
Usually, I don’t mind large groups, but I’m finding myself less fond of them by the minute.
I didn’t realize how greedy I’ve become when it comes to her until this trip.
Maybe Calypso feels the same.
When everyone was going to bed, she asked if I wanted to stay out on the deck with her and we’ve been out here for an hour. She’s fighting off exhaustion but I’m not going to rush her inside. She’ll tell me when she’s ready—or she’ll fall asleep on my chest and we’ll spend a night sleeping out here. Either sounds great to me.
Calypso pours only one glass and takes a sip. I watch her with a fascinated smile and run my hands up her thighs.
