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Dirty thoughts fill my head. I imagine the way her lips would look wrapped around my cock, how her throat would work to swallow the come she milks from me.
Smiling faintly, I swirl the wine in my glass and raise it to hers. “To surprises,” I toast wondering why she sputters but finally swallows, managing to give me a tight smile.
The silence is comfortable as we sip our wine, shaded from the late afternoon sun that still manages to be quite hot.
“What’s your story, Dev? I could list a million adjectives to describe you, startin’ with sexy, but I don’t really, know your story.”
She sits back averting her eyes, her sip turns into a chug before she places her glass down.
“The story of my life is actually boring. I want to know all about yours—in Creed.”
“Nothing about you is boring, sugar.”
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance, darlin’.”
“Fine,” she sighs, “but could you pour me another glass?”
I pour, trying not to press, not wanting to pressure her, but damn if I’m about to lose the heart I’ve guarded for all these years—I need to know more about the woman stealing it.
“I’ve lived just outside Chicago my whole life in a classic All-American town.”
“Naperville, right?”
“That’s the one.”
“I’m an only child, never owned any pets and when I met Luce in kindergarten; we became best friends and never stopped. My childhood was filled with the average things, I guess,” she shrugs, stopping to pick up a piece of cheese from the plate a server just left in between us.
“I had a few boyfriends in high school, a few more in college and my last relationship ended last winter.”
I raise my eyebrows, cup my large hands around my wineglass, silently urging her to continue.
“I thought I’d marry him.”
“What happened?” My gut churns imagining some dumbfuck’s hands on her, his dick in what belongs to me now.
“He said being with me was ‘settling’.”
“Bullshit,” I half-yell before I can stop myself.
“Yeah, well Jeff, he doesn’t think that anymore. Or so he says—but it’s too late. And frankly, I’m glad he dumped me because here I am in Springdale—with you.”
“Amen, sugar,” I toast again.
“Why haven’t you ever married, Rog?”
I shrug picking up a cracker, “I suppose I just never found anyone that made me want to.”
“Surely, there must have been someone, you loved along the way?”
“Maybe once. A lifetime ago. But you know what? Looking back, I realize maybe it was just wanting what I couldn’t have that made it ache more than it should’ve.”
“You’re talking about Shanna’s mom, aren’t you?”
I nod, looking away for a second. “But that’s all ancient history, babe. And there’s no one else I want to spend today with more than you doll.”
“Me too,” she answers softly.