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“She’s more than that.” He walks over and takes my hand as I stand. “She’s the love of my life.”
The group of girls “Ahhh,” and so does my heart.
I’m fourteen again too. I’m back in that innocence, and that constant weight in my chest lightens. Their parents corral them away while we clear our table to leave. Then he wedges me against his car when we get to it, his husky whisper teasing me.
“Do you wanna selfie with Redix Dean, little lady?”
Only he can wear arrogant and make it cute. And I’m not fourteen. I’m horny as hell.
“Oh, you’ll be taking pictures with me.” I urge my hips back into him. “But they won’t be in a parking lot with my clothes on.”
He’s freeballing in linen pants like the sight of his arousal doesn’t cause traffic accidents.
“Are you gonna spoil me, too?” he asks.
I stroke his length quickly getting hard under soft fabric.
“Yes. It’ll be a very dirty spoil.”
He cups my hand, pressing it down hard. “That’s called ‘porn.’”
My insides fire. Desire rushes through my body at his thick cock in my grasp.
“That’s called ‘later.’”
I stop my tease and grin at the proud chubby in his pants while he laughs and hops into the driver’s seat. Our adventure continues, winding down the shoreline before we stop in front of a funky cottage. Like time hasn’t touched it. I don’t ask. I let him take my hand again as he knocks on a wooden gate. A darling woman with gray hair pulled into a long braid opens it and greets him with a hug saying, “This must be her.” Her eyes sparkle my way.
“Cade, this is Audre Locke.” Peace fills his face. “She parties with me on the weekends and runs my favorite pottery studio.”
Parties? Pottery? With a got-to-be-seventy-year-old woman?
Who is this serene soul, and what did he do with the wild boy I knew?
Audre shows me around, proudly pointing to the bowls and plates Redix has been making for his new place. I’m impressed by the white and blue glaze he’s using on his designs. It reminds me of home.
“This is how you spend your weekends?”
“This and play guitar.” He pulls me over to two stools sitting in front of tables. “If I keep my hands busy, a drink won’t get in them.”
“What else don’t I know about you?”
I’m enthralled as he drops a ball of gray clay before me.
“Lots.” He plops one down on the other table too. “This is the good stuff I want you to know.”
Audre brings us lemonade with sugar cookies. Someone gave her the memo on me. She turns up the old stereo on the porch. Billie Holiday crones softly before Audre disappears inside, leaving me and Redix to our creations.
“No peeking.” He insists as we sit back-to-back. “We’ll surprise each other.”
I start squishing the slick ball.
“What the hell do I make?”
I love this already.
“Whatever your hands dream up.”
We’re quiet at first, for a long time, while we work, and I know what we’re doing. We’re counting down the hours until he tells me, until this all changes. But I swear I’ll do this for him. I’ll make this day as perfect as I can too.
