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“Sometimes, my name in the paper isn’t a good thing. I’d rather they didn’t do that.” He reaches across the table, places a hand on top of both of mine, and squeezes.
“He’s locked up, Mel. He can’t hurt you.” I force a smile and try to feel it.
“I know. You’re right. I just let myself get paranoid sometimes.” He finishes off his burger and smiles.
“I totally understand. You never know what these pieces of shit are capable of, but just remember, they only blame us for so long. Soon enough, they will start blaming someone else. I see it all the time.” I giggle because he is right. I take a sip of my beer and smile, for real this time. I figure it’s time to get to more personal questions.
“What’s your biggest dream?” He leans back in the booth and rubs the back of his neck.
“Being a cop, a husband, and a father. To find the love of my life.” Well, holy shit. I’ve never heard such an honest answer before. I’ve never heard something so romantic either. It makes me wonder if everything he is saying is bullshit. How could it be for real?
“Keith, be honest with me. Are you just saying shit like this because you know it’s what women want to hear?” He cocks his one eyebrow and stares at me. Yikes, he doesn’t look happy.
“You think I’m sitting here feeding you a line of bullshit? Well, I guess we have more to learn about each other than I thought. I don’t say shit just because I think it’s what you want to hear. I say it because it’s true. I don’t play games. What about you? You say shit just to impress a guy?” I’m suddenly offended because I think I probably have done that before. I sigh and look down at my hands.
“I’m sure I have, to be honest.” I don’t even want to look up at him because I’m sure I will see disgust on his face.
“Mel, look at me.” Fuck, as much as I don’t want to, I slowly lift my head.
“I don’t give a fuck what you’ve told anyone before, but with me, I want the truth. You good with that?” I smile and nod my head.
“Yea, I’m good with that.” He finishes off his one and only beer and winks at me. That fucking wink.
“Glad to hear it. You going to eat, or are you finished?” I push my plate to the center of the table and grab my beer.
“I’m done. I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was.” He looks at me with raised eyebrows. I laugh as I swallow my beer. “Honest. The paper thing freaked me out, but now, I’m just not hungry.”
“Alright. I’ll have it wrapped for you. You can bring it for lunch tomorrow.” I smile and finish off my beer. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to be sitting here with him tonight, but damn, I’m grateful. “You almost ready? I know you have work, and I don’t want to keep you out too late.” It’s as if the waitress was listening, because she comes over right then and puts down the bill. I grab my purse, and Keith laughs. “You’re joking right? Dinner is on me.” Fuck me. I mean, literally, I want this man to fuck me.
“Thank you.” After he pays the bill, we walk out to the car. I smile to myself thinking about what a great night this was. We got to know each other a bit more, and it just makes the attraction I feel to him even stronger, if that’s at all possible. We get to the car, and he unlocks the door, but doesn’t open it. Instead, he looks at me and smiles.
“Mel, I had an amazing time tonight. Thank you.” Without thinking, I lean forward and press my lips to his. He wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me closer. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and we deepen the kiss. As soon as our tongues meet, I moan, and he swallows it down. He runs his hands down to my ass and pulls me even closer. I can feel his hard cock hitting right where I need it, and unconsciously, I rub my aching pussy against it. He digs his fingers into my ass, and our kiss is now frantic. I know we are in a parking lot, but just like the kiss earlier, it is all-consuming. I don’t care if anyone is looking, that cars are driving by, or that I hear whistles. All I care about are the feelings he is evoking from me. He makes me feel alive, feel beautiful, feel wanted.
He starts to slow down the kiss, and I whimper. I feel him smile against my lips, and he pulls back. I look up at him, and he is searching my eyes with those bright blues. “Mel, I can’t remember feeling like this before. It’s like I am consumed by you. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and sexy as hell. I know we just met, but I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime.” I feel myself choking up with his sweet words. I clear my throat and smile at him.
“I honestly feel that same way. I’ve never felt this connection with someone before or been so attracted to someone. I’ve done nothing but think about you since the minute you walked in my front door. I know it sounds crazy, and it’s completely unconventional, but it’s true.” He pulls me in for a hug, and I feel so comfortable in his arms. I feel like I belong.
I squeeze my eyes closed tightly and try to make myself come back to reality. This can’t be real, this guy, these feelings. We just met for Christ’s sakes. How can two people feel so much so quickly? It has to be sexual attraction, that must be it. We both just want to have sex so badly that it is fucking with our heads. I smile to myself, proud that I figured it out so quickly.
Keith kisses the top of my head and lets me go. “You ready to go?” I smile and nod. He opens the squeaky door for me, and I climb in. The ride home is quiet. I’m starting to wonder if maybe now that he isn’t so in the moment, he is regretting what he said. I’ll admit, I thought I would be, but I’m not, not yet at least. Maybe we just need to have sex, and then all these crazy thoughts will go away once we aren’t filled with sexual tension. “You haven’t said anything. Is everything alright?” I look over at him, and he has a grin on his face.
“Everything is fine, perfect, couldn’t be better.” Fucking idiot. I want to slap myself. He, however, finds it amusing and busts out laughing. Well, that makes it less embarrassing.
“That was so convincing. You’re a terrible liar. Why don’t you tell me what you’re really thinking?” I stare out the side window and watch the trees fly by.
“You haven’t said anything either. What are you thinking?” I just continue my tree watching, even though I’m starting to sweat a little with this whole conversation.
“Alright, I’ll go first. I was thinking that this is moving fast, that we just admitted things to each other that I haven’t said or felt ever. How is that possible? How could two people that just met, that only know just the basics about the other person, be having these feelings?” I turn and look at him. I’m curious about what he’ll say next, but I talk before he gets the chance.
“That is exactly what I was thinking. Maybe we just admitted those things because there is so much sexual tension between us. That would make more sense. Two people can’t possibly feel so connected after just meeting. It’s impossible.” He stops at a red light and looks at me.
“Mel, everything I said, I meant. I told you I don’t just say shit, I mean everything I say. What I can’t figure out is how it’s possible, but I can tell you, it has nothing to do with sex. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of having your sexy body wrapped around mine makes my cock painfully hard, but that’s not why I said what I did.” The light changes, and he focuses back on the road. I’m stunned. Stunned speechless. I stare at him wondering what the hell is going on here. “I’ll tell you what. How about tomorrow, you let me make you dinner? I’ll tell Connie to go to my mom’s, and we will hang out at your place.”
“How about you make me breakfast instead?” He whips his head toward me, and I must look like a deer in the headlights. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. Holy fuck, I didn’t mean to say that.
“What?” He says it with shock in his voice. Thankfully, he has to pay attention to the road. Unfortunately, we are almost home.
“Oh God, Keith, I didn’t mean to say that. I’m so humiliated. I was thinking it, and I just blurted it out. I’m so sorry.” He laughs, and I can’t help but do the same. We are both laughing hysterically when we pull up to the house. He parks the car and looks over at me.
