His hand is on my arm.
Dear Denver, I’m a virgin. Yes, I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’m probably the only twenty-eight-year-old virgin in Maui, but please, for the love of God, stop doing whatever you are doing to me because I might become de-virgined if I look at that cocky-as-hell grin any longer.
Fucking Rump Punch.
I’m not sure if my feet are moving on their own accord or if I’m somehow miraculously floating toward the center of the restaurant, but all I can feel is Denver’s warm grip wrapped around my bare arm.
I wasn’t cold before, but now I feel like the warmth is completely necessary and appreciated.
“What are you doing?” I mutter through a rough whisper.
“What I was told to do,” he replies. “Want me to pick another woman from the crowd?”
“No,” I say without thinking, and without realizing what I said or what it means. Does it mean anything? Did I just agree to him doing whatever he’s planning to do to me in front of all these people?
I might pass out.
When a man walks in with a pretty witty face
And two round things in your face
Denver matches the rhythm of the instrumental music to “Baby Got Back.” He does it quite perfectly, though, in tune and all. Then the record scratches again. This time, Denver looks around, and there’s confusion on his face–like this wasn’t part of the plan.
I nervously glance over at my table, watching Noa and Lea snicker and laugh. Lea has been a prankster my entire life, and it appears she’s found her match.
The music for “I’ll Make Love to You” by Boyz II Men rises in volume. I’d recognize the song anywhere, with or without words, and Lea knows it.
Is this payback for something I did to her? I don’t understand.
I squint in her direction, but she’s laughing so hard she has tears in her eyes.
Close those eyes, make your wish
Holy crap, Denver can sing. What can’t this man do? Not that I know what he can do, but so far he seems to do everything, pretty damn well.
And blow out the candle's light.
The lights dim even more, and my pulse speeds up to what must be a heart-attack range.
Because tonight is just your time,
We need to celebrate …
He pauses and points the microphone over to Noa and Lea:
Noa and Lea all through the night!
He turns back toward me and falls to one knee. This must be why women scream at a strip club. Not that I’ve known from personal experience, but I’ve seen movies and always wondered why they acted so absurd just because a man is trying to woo them.
Now I get it.
Pour some wine, light a fire
Kai, your wish is my desire
I will submit to your dreams
He takes my hand and places a soft kiss on my knuckles. I am utterly lost in this crazy and ridiculous moment of show.
