“Can we kiss some more?”
“No,” he said without hesitation.
“Really?”
“Baby, if you think giving me more of that isn’t gonna make me want to lay you down and eat your pussy ’til you scream, you’re highly mistaken.”
I shivered. “You could totally do that, huh?”
“Hell, yeah, I could.”
I licked my lips until I finally shook my head. “I can’t.”
“I get it.”
“Are you mad?”
“No. I’m disappointed, definitely, but angry, no.”
I held my pinky up and he wrapped his around it. “Okay,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
“Come on, I’ll make us something to eat.”
With a nod, he followed me into the kitchen.
* * *
Acouple of weeks later, I walked out of work frustrated, tired, and smelling like giraffe shit. Our mama giraffe, Ellie, was pregnant again, even after only giving birth six months ago. There was some concern she might lose the calf and I felt helpless because there was nothing I could do to help.
I unlocked my car and called Aero.
“Hey,” he said, answering on the first ring.
“Hi,” I said.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Ellie might lose her calf and it’s fucking sad.”
“You wanna swing by my place?”
“Are you home?” I asked, hopefully.
“I can be.”
“I stink,” I warned.
“You can shower while I throw your shit in the washer.”
“Do you know where my dad is?”
“Yep.”
