Even my damn cat fell for the man, and he didn’t like many people. This whole situation was complicated. We probably would have been better off being enemies this whole time.
“Yeah, that’s my little homey. You want some breakfast? The snow melted some more.”
“Breakfast sounds nice. Maybe I should go outside and get some fresh air afterwards. It feels like I been cooped up in here forever.”
“That’s a good idea. Get yourself together while I fix us a quick breakfast.” He kissed me again, but something in his eyes seemed different. I wasn’t sure, but I felt like he was already starting to disconnect from me. Maybe he thought the same things I did and was preparing for when we said goodbye.
“Okay.” I shook the thoughts off and got out of bed.
Major looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he kept his mouth shut. He helped me make the bed, then left the room as I went to the bathroom.
While I cleaned myself, I thought about all the things I needed to do when I got home. I had an idea to add a scented body butter for men, thanks to Major. I wasn’t sure how I would achieve it, but I had a clue as to what scents I wanted to use. There was no reason why men couldn’t have smooth skin but still smell manly. I wanted to start with two scents. At least this trip helped my creative juices flow a little.
When I got out of the shower, I lathered myself with the vanilla body butter. I also took a moment to write the ideas I had in the shower. Once I was done, I dressed in jeans with a sweatshirt and long socks since I planned on going outside.
I left the room and went into the kitchen. Major had just turned the stove off when I entered.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I made pancakes, eggs, and sausage.”
“If they taste as good as the French toast, I won’t be mad at all,” I said as I took a seat at the table.
Major placed two plates in front of me. One held the pancakes, and the other one had the eggs and sausage. On the table was the butter and a bottle of syrup.
“I wasn’t sure how you wanted your tea, if you even wanted tea.” He placed a cup of hot water in front of me.
“Tea is perfect.” I reached for one of the tea bags next to the syrup.
He smiled at me as he took the seat across from me. Neither of us said anything as we took a moment to fix our food the way we wanted.
I drizzled some syrup on my pancakes and took a bite.
“Mm. Just as good as the French toast.”
“Thanks.”
I would miss Major’s cooking when we parted ways, among everything else about him. I tried not to get in my head again, so I struck up a conversation.
“Is there a toy you never got for Christmas because your parents wouldn’t buy it for you?”
My breath hitched when Major reached across the table and wiped the side of my mouth with his thumb.
“You had a little syrup.” He licked the syrup off his finger, and I squeezed my legs together. “To answer your question. It was actually two things. A Super Soaker 50 and the original Game Boy. They never told me why I couldn’t get the Game Boy, but they did say they weren’t buying me a Super Soaker because they thought I would shoot them with it. They weren’t wrong, though.” He laughed. “What about you?”
“A Furby. Mom always said they creeped her out, so she refused to get me one. Oh, and she would never buy me the Lip Smackers lip balms. She said I was too young to be walking around with glossy lips.” I let out a laugh.
My mother was serious about my not wearing any type of makeup or anything close to it. She made me wear regular Chapstick that nobody could tell I had on. All my friends wore makeup years before I could. She was probably the reason I hardly wore any as an adult.
“You never thought about buying a Furby as an adult?”
“No. I wouldn’t even know where to find one at this point.”
“Same for me.”
Silence fell over the kitchen for a moment.
“It looks like the sun is out.” I looked out the window behind Major.
He shifted in his seat and followed my line of vision.
