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“What do you do to work out?” She asked as she eyed my three sandwiches once we both took our seats.
I shrugged. “Run. Lift weights. The usual.”
“I run and lift weights,” she observed dryly. “And I don’t look like you do.”
“Thank God,” I muttered as I took a bite of my sandwich. “Otherwise we’d not be in the same room as each other. Good for those chicks that want to look like men, but my woman has to be soft. I want to be able to fuck you hard, but I don’t want to be worried about you snapping me in half when your legs wrap around my waist.”
She snorted. “You have something against female body builders?”
I shook my head. “No, I just like to be the one with the dick in the relationship.”
She started giggling, and my eyes went from the spreading yolk that had broken when I’d taken a bite, to her face.
Her eyes were so expressive.
Light and mirth danced in her eyes, and it made something inside of my heart melt a fraction of a bit.
“What?” I asked.
She waved her hand in a shooing gesture. “Nothing.”
My eyes narrowed on her.
If I’d heard the word ‘nothing’ from a man, I could safely assume that he literally meant ‘nothing.’ Now, when a woman says ‘nothing,’ it could be one of many things. One, it could mean, literally, nothing. Two, it could mean ‘everything.’ Three, it could mean, it’s something, but I want you to do the dirty dishes, and I’m still mad at you for looking at that girl while we were out to dinner last week where you ate the last bite of food off your plate, instead of offering it to me. Oh, and you forgot to pick up your socks off the bathroom floor.
Which was why I went the safe route, and assumed everything.
“What’s wrong?” I asked cautiously.
She stood and placed our dishes in the sink before grabbing the frying pan off the stove.
“It’s nothing really, to be honest. I was just trying to figure out what exactly you were trying to get at with your earlier talk about those poor women. What precisely do you want me to do here? Stay away from you? Stay with you? Are you done coming over now? Is this our last time together? What do you want from me?” She finally opened up.
I got up guardedly and started helping her; she washed while I dried.
“In answer to your question, yes I want you to stay with me. I want you. I’ve wanted you for months now. I’m tired of hiding us. I want to start over, and I want this fucking cloud of shit to get the hell away from me. With Varian taking that plea, he should start his sentence immediately. The threatening note I read, at the murder of those two women, should be obsolete,” I said as I placed a plate I’d dried in its spot.
Turning back to her, I leaned my hip against the counter and continued.
“Then again, today he pointed out that he knows about us, or at least thinks he does. And he would’ve had no other reason to tell me about that fact, unless he had plans that I’m not privy to,yet. So, yes, I want to be with you, but I want to be careful; I want to be mindful of everything we do together or separately. I’m hoping that once I have the names of the men that helped Varian, that I’ll have the murdererof those two women. If not, then I still have a fugitive out there being a vigilante for Varian Strong’s ‘purpose’ and we’ll have to adjust accordingly,” I told her.
She nodded. “I have to work today.”
My heart sank a little bit when I realized she wouldn’t be here for much longer. “Will you come over to my house tonight when you get home?”
She nodded. “Sure. It’ll be late though.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “You do realize, right, that I watched this neighborhood for a full four months. I know everyone’s schedules. Including yours.”
In a matter of minutes, we had the kitchen clean, and she was leaning on the counter next to me. “Do you know how to make ice cream?”
Thrown off guard by her random question, I nodded. “Sure.”
“I need the salt. It’s in a big tub in the pantry. Oh, and the ice cream makers on the floor in the corner,” she said, pointing to the pantry to the left of the counter.
Walking into the tiny room, I grabbed the salt and the ice cream maker, noticing that her shelves were nearly bare.
“Hey, when’s the last time you went to the store?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen with the machine.
