“I’ll clean up tonight.” Nate reaches for my plate, but I take it from his hands.
“No, tradition is tradition. I’m cleaning.”
He smiles and walks down the hall towards his bedroom.
After I have everything loaded into the dishwasher, I call out to Nate, “I’m going to head out, I’m tired.” When I glance at my phone, I see it’s just after eight. It’s been a long day withunexpected and disheartening information and now I just want to get home and into problem solving mode. I need to know how to help him.
Nate walks down the hall and pulls me into a hug when he’s close enough, the bit of stubble on his face rubs against my cheek, but the warmth of his bare chest is comforting and I nuzzle myself into him a little further.
“Trying to cop a feel, Smalls?” His head pulls back and he smirks.
“You’re hot,” I say without thinking of the context. “Warm. Your body is warm. Your chest is warm. I… it’s just comforting, leave me alone,” I pout.
He pulls me in closer as he laughs and I can feel the rumble of his chest as my head rests there.
“Thanks for tonight, Mi.” His lips press hard on the top of my head and I smile before pulling away.
Entering my apartment, the silence is a nice break from the bustling outside. Living downtown has been great as far as convenience goes, but I still don’t love the constant rush that it entails.
I quickly undress to hop in the shower before the chirping sound of my phone goes off. It’s a tone I haven’t heard in months. I could have sworn I deactivated all of my dating apps after all of my disaster dates over the summer.
Wrapping a towel around myself, I reach for my phone to see there’s a message from someone named Devin. The message simply says, ‘hey gorgeous.’Great introduction.
I click his profile and notice his picture is of him with a toddler on his shoulders. Is this guy a dad? I could go for a singledad. Once I scroll to look at his caption, it very clearly says ‘not my baby’ and I’m instantly annoyed. I have no problem dating someone with a kid, in fact, a hot dad sounds pretty good right about now, but why is that your picture on a dating app?
I toss the phone back on my bed and head for the bathroom.
After a shower, the couch is calling my name and I throw my feet up to get comfortable.
His profile picture is him holding a baby, but then the caption says ‘not my baby.’
Summer
I don’t understand that? Should I take a picture with a really hot car, but then caption it ‘not my car’?
It wouldn’t bother me if a guy I dated had a baby, I just don’t understand why you chose it as your picture if it’s not reflective of your life? What are you looking to prove here? That you look good with babies, but still need to clarify that it isn't yours?
Summer
Exactly. Do you know how good I’d look next to a Maserati? Can I afford one… that’s a hard no. Dating a hot single dad would probably be the best sex of your life. I just have this feeling. But no hot dads in my area though. *whomp whomp*
Actually I just googled Maserati’s, I don’t like them that much. I think deep down I’m just a simple gal who wants a hot guy with a big truck.
There’s something about a man who drives a truck… I can’t explain it.
Summer
I know what you mean. *melts into a puddle* Yes, please help me up into your big truck, daddy.
All of that. Except not the daddy part.
When is your move date again?
Summer
In two weeks you’ll have me there permanently. Make room for me until I find an apartment, you know I can’t stay with Ford and Abby. The last time I could hear them from across the house and I just don’t need them to rub it in my face that they’re having mind blowing sex every day.
A laugh escapes me. Abby and Ford are one of those couples who will probably never get tired of being all over each other. If I didn’t find it adorable and romantic, I’d hate them for it. I never expected Ford to be such a sap, but Abby has really done a number on him. In a good way, of course. Seeing how effortless their love is gives me hope that I’ll eventually find it for myself one of these days.
