Page 127 of The Fed Sex Man

“What are we going to do tonight?” she asked. “It’s our last night here.”

We’d been to the aquarium, swam, sunbathed, parasailed, and gone on two deep sea fishing expeditions. Our days had been filled with so many activities that we hadn’t taken so much as one moment to relax.

“We came here to unwind,” I said. “All we’ve done so far is run, run, run. I thought we’d get take-out food and just hang out.”

“We should have sex,” she said with a smile. “Out here on the balcony.”

It was exactly what I had hoped for. “You’ll get no argument from me on that offer.”

I didn’t need to have sex with Jo. Each time we made love, however, I was reminded of the magic we created as a couple. In her absence, I was simplistic and satisfied with my existence. In her presence, I strived each and every day to become a better man.

A better man for her.

“It’s almost time to eat,” I said. “Decide what you want, and I’ll order it.”

She shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll order calamari. Hell, maybe one of the places will have fresh crayfish.”

She reached for her mouth and feigned vomiting. “Tyson…”

“Mexican?”

Her nose twitched.

“Mediterranean?”

She swallowed heavily.

“Chinese?”

The corner of her mouth curled upward a little. “I really don’t care.”

“Well, I’m thinking Chinese,” I said.

She kissed me on the cheek. “That sounds good.”

“Beef and broccoli with extra broccoli, and pot-stickers?”

“Get that sauce for the dumplings,” she said with a nod.

“I always do.”

Half an hour later, we were sitting at the same balcony, eating Chinese food out of cardboard containers and drinking wine out of plastic Solo cups.

She lifted her chopsticks to her mouth and bit a pot-sticker in two. With the other half suspended by the sticks, she let out a long breath. “Oh. My. God. This food is so good. I wish we didn’t have to drive six hours to get it.”

With Jo, food tasted better. Wine was sweeter. Life’s darkest moments were more manageable. The sun was brighter. My future was clearer.

I leaned over the side of my chair and kissed her. “I love you.”

She poked the other half of the pot-sticker in her mouth and kissed me. “I wub ew too.”

“Dork.”

She swallowed the food. “Asshole.”

“Geek.”