Page 43 of Big Daddy to Go

“What was the fight about?”

I look down at my cleats, not wanting to tell her.

“Joey was being disrespectful.”

“Oh,” Lexi pauses and then turns me toward her. “I don’t want to cause fights between you and your friends.”

“Lexi, Joey is hardly a friend. He’s a stereotypical rich kid who needs to learn when to shut his mouth.”

“Well, thank you,” she smiles.

“For what?”

“In case you happened to be defending me in some way,” she smirks knowingly.

I pull her chin up so that she’s looking up at me.

“I’m sorry about Amy and Michelle, too.”

“According to Amy, you’re a lot of fun after you win a game,” she taunts.

I narrow my eyes. “Oh yeah? Is that what she said?”

“She was having a private conversation very loudly for my benefit,” Lexi laughs.

I shake my head. “I’m too old for this drama. For the record, I’ve never slept with either of them.”

“I didn’t think you had,” she laughs. “They’re pretty and all, but their behavior is a little over the top.”

I laugh at that and take a bite of my hot dog, realizing how starving I am.

“A little?”

Lexi laughs and starts eating her hot dog as well.

“I don’t think they’re all that pretty either…” I explain.

Lexi punches my shoulder. “You don’t have to lie to me. It’s okay if you think they’re pretty.”

I wrap an arm around her waist and stop her from walking.

“Lexi, you do know you’re absolutely gorgeous, right?”

She laughs and tries to squirm away from me, but I hold her firmly.

“To me, you’re perfect.”

Lexi stretches up and kisses me, managing to wrap both of her arms around my neck while holding a hot dog.

“Sorry for the hot dog breath, but I couldn’t resist,” she laughs.

“I’m not complaining.” I smile as I take her hand, and we continue walking in the park.

We spend the rest of the early evening walking around before Lexi comes back to my place. Tonight is different somehow. Being with Lexi is just as fantastic as the previous times, but there is something more to it tonight. It’s not just sex for me anymore, and even though Lexi still refuses to stay the night, I don’t think it’s purely physical for her either.

After she leaves, I lie in bed missing her warmth. I miss the way she looks at me with her innocent but sultry brown eyes. And the sound of her wonderful laugh. I love how she runs her fingers through my hair or over my face whenever I give her a compliment, like she is too bashful to speak. Instead of a thank you, she responds with a sweet kiss.

God, I’m infatuated with this woman. A little while later, I get a text from her.