Forthiswoman?
Her light footsteps come down the hallway and I school my features to try and hide my half hard cock caused by seeing, and hearing, her come undone.
And hide the fact that I am desperate to see her that way again.
I breathe deeply and try to push that thought out of my mind.
But instead, a new thought rings clear.
I want to be responsible for it.
As much as I want to keep my control, I want her to lose hers more.
"Hey, dinner smells great." She says so I turn to face her.
Oh shit.
Big mistake.
She's barefoot and wearing one ofmyt-shirts. An inch of black sticks out under the hem banding her thighs and I think she might have put on a pair of my boxers as shorts.
I almost swallow my tongue.
"Thanks, ready?" I manage to say and lift a hand to indicate the table where I've laid out the steak fajitas, complete with tortillas, sour cream, and salsa verde.
"Fajitas? Seriously Miguel?"
"Is that okay?" I ask, suddenly concerned I might have made the wrong call.
"Yes. Oh my gosh, I love fajitas. I've only had them at restaurants when I go out with Dee for birthdays or breakups."
"You celebrate breakups."
"I celebrate Dee's, she is usually the one doing the leaving."
"How about you?" I ask, unable to quell the desire to know her better and figure out if there are any men in her past I need to pay a visit to on her behalf.
"I haven't dated anyone, well, really ever. I had a few flings in college but not much since. Too busy." She shrugs as she starts to pile peppers, onions, and steak onto a tortilla. I feel satisfaction warm my chest having provided for her.
"How about you Miguel, why aren't you seeing someone?" She asks through her swallow.
I shrug. "It never really occurred to me to date." I say, being truthful. "I've been training and racing full time for over a decade."
"And before that?"
"Wasn't in a place to seriously date."
"Too busy sowing wild oats?" She jokes.
I let out a humorous laugh, "Nah, just not the right headspace."
Again I brush over the severity of my past but she’s too vibrant to be burdened by my history. It's for me to carry.
"Why did you start running TitaniumPerson?" I ask her, trying to turn the spotlight on her.
"I ran mid-distance track in high school and college. And, umm, well the Olympics were the year after I graduated so I was training to qualify. A week before trials I sprained my knee and couldn't compete."
"I'm so sorry Laney, that's awful."
