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"Oh no, I wasn't calling them cheap," Cassidy argues. "Just that those kinds of arrangements don't often lead to actual love."
Cassidy was sitting with her legs crossed on my desk, still sifting through my research and tossing files she considers useless aside.
"Every relationship is a give and take and if you're offering stuff instead of yourself, then …" Cassidy lifted her shoulders and tossed her hair back.
She does that every now and then and I try not to look because it makes my heart pound everytime she does it then I don't hear a word she says.
"And what should I have done instead?" I ask.
Cassidy sits thinking for a while, a pen hanging from her lips. Then she sits straight up and smiles.
"Our third date. That was my favorite," she smiles. "It was the first time I felt like you were actually paying attention to the things I said and letting me get a look into you. The things that not everyone knows about you," she explains dreamily. Her eyes turned to the ceiling as she visualizes every detail of that night.
"Contrary to what you think, that was our most expensive date," I laugh. "That sweet old couple weren't just happy to see young lovers eating pies late at night.”
Cassidy shrugs. "It's not what you spend, it's how you spend it," she says. "Buying one sunflower to match my earrings is sweet, thoughtful. Buying more sunflowers than I can carry all at once is tacky, over the top."
I clutch my chest, making sure she knows I feel all the jabs she's taking at me.
"So what else did I do wrong?" I ask curiously.
I regret it immediately. Cassidy seems to have a long list of absolutely everything I've said and done since we first met and she’s organized them neatly in the list of things I have done wrong.
"Well, you tried to give me jewelry even though we didn't even know each other," she says, giving a knowing look.
I nod, accepting the black mark for that mistake. If she had been someone else maybe, but now that I know Cassidy just a little bit better that little gift was anything but romantic.
"I loved the helicopter ride, but it was over the top," she says, still thinking of more things to add to the list. "And the fake trip to the nursery. It was fun in the end, but you lied to pretend we have something in common," she says.
I roll my eyes. I thought the nursery trip was great. We both laughed a lot and I got to know her so much better than I had before.
"I get it, I'm the worst," I laugh despite myself. "You still ended up in bed with me, so I must have done something right."
She blushes bright pink and giggles nervously.
I raise an eyebrow prompting her to speak.
"You were so comfortable telling me what I did wrong, now what about what I did right?" I ask, moving toward her.
Cassidy holds the pen in her mouth again making a show of deep thought.
"Was it at the theater when I did this?" I ask, kissing her neck.
Cassidy quivers. "Maybe," she says, pretending not to be phased.
"Was it this?" I ask, rubbing my hand up her inner thigh and stopping just before I reach her underwear.
"Maybe," she says, breathing heavily.
"Tell me then, tell me what it was that I did right?" I whisper, running my tongue over the ridges of her ear.
Cassidy closes her eyes and leans back. Her tongue peeks out between her lips and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it gently.
"You know I can't stand it when you do that," I say, softly tugging her lip from inside her mouth with my thumb.
"That’s why I do it," Cassidy laughs.
"Really?" I ask, she has done it often enough, I just had no idea it was intentional.
