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“It is eye level. I thought you were flexing?”
“My cock is swole right now, but I’ll let you look anywhere you want.” He smirks.
He hands me the menu and I look it over. “Didn’t you order everything?” I ask.
“Yes, but what would you order. I guessed based on a previous lifetime.”
“Chicken sandwich.”
He pumps his fists in the air, and says, “With fries, Swiss not cheddar, lettuce, no tomato. Ranch dressing on the side instead of mustard or mayo?” My stomach flips.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You remember what I’d order?”
He slides into the pool and holds me closer. “I remember everything.”
He kisses me lightly, and I gasp, smiling into his pliable and perfect lips. Then I dunk under the water and swim to the ladder. As I climb out, he groans.
“ACK. Your body in that suit, damn. Wear nothing other than that white bikini, ever.” My skin pebbles in the sun and at his words. I turn towards him. “Even better. Chef’s kiss, really. That body, that suit, that face…” His voice drifts off as I float away on his compliments.
“And what?” I pop my hip.
“That heart.”
I turn away from that kind of sweetness. I’m playing a dicey game with a man who ordered me a simple sandwich that probably costs fifty bucks at this place. It’s all a study of opposites. I towel off my head. I sit at a massive table and pluck my chicken sandwich from the mix.
He joins me, toweling off his abs, and again, I’m mesmerized by those ripples. I want to lick those water droplets off one by one.
I blurt out, “You really are out of this world, hot. You’re the hottest of the hot.”
He smiles. “I know you are, but what am I?” I laugh. “Pick out my lunch.”
I know exactly which is his order, but I’m not sure if I want him to know how much I remember. I wait.
“Go ahead, scaredy cat. You can admit, even though you broke our hearts and disappeared, you can admit you know my favorite lunch.”
I shrug and grab mac and cheese with a side of bacon bits and sliced tomatoes. Then I grab what I think is a vanilla milkshake and a hot dog.
He jumps in the air, shouting, “You still know me!”
I sit back in my chair and pluck a glass of wine from the table. This is the moment I could tell him my truth. But I want him to confide in me, and if I tell him I’m a big fat liar, then I break whatever this is.
“Sit over there.” I place his meal at the other end of the table.
“You’re afraid of this rocking bod and the damn percolating heat between us.”
I sit down and stare at him.
“Absofuckinglutely, I am terrified.”
“It’s burning up everything around us like we’re reentering the atmosphere. Everyone is talking about it.” I laugh. “They’re all afraid for us. If we let anything happen, it’s possible it could be so scorching, it will cause another big bang.” I grin at him.
I take a bite, swallow, and say, “What you’re saying is, if we had sex, an alternative universe would be formed.”
“Among other things, but yes. We would create a billion new stars and planets. Just from the heat of our fucking.”
I shake my head.
“Nah, I’m on the pill.”
