“Courtin’?”
“Datin’.”
“Oh,” my little brother grunts at the definition, “why not?”
“”Cause that seat should go to the person he’s tryin’ to build somethin’ with whether that’s love or a dick touchin’.”
“I don’t wanna touch your dick,” he mirthfully announces on a warm chuckle.
“Good ‘cause we ain’t that kinda family.” Laughter briefly fills the space between us before I grab the Dalvegan Dragons tumbler out of the cupholder and exit the vehicle. “Now, remember, you maketodayhard for me, I’ll makethe weekhard for you.” Once he’s sauntered around the truck, I seek comprehension. “Understood?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
Together, we approach Gilly’s front door, somewhere I haven’t been since our first –and only– night together.
However, it ain’t for lack of tryin’.
Shehas a somewhat demanding job.
Athletes need their teeth fixed – particularly during their off seasons – and she gets the shit done.
Formostof the day, our connection has to be benched.
She has to focus.
Stay focused.
Like me on the ice for three periods and an OT.
Does it suck?
A bit.
Sexting between teen tantrums would make them slightly more bearable.
We’ve been exchanging good morning calls on her way to work, flirty song lyrics texts during her short lunches, and video chats after Bronny decides he’s had enough brotherly parenting for one day.
I haven’t seen herphysicallysince I left here Thursday morning and have hated every minute of it.
Friday night she had plans to see Aly’s oldest daughter in the musical version ofMatilda– I watched theNetflixversion and pretended I was at the show with her.
Saturday, she had brunch with her parents – which it’s much too early to meet I know – and drinks with Kira who ambushed her into a blind, double date situation with some sieve her husband went to college with.
Didn’t like that.
Didn’t like that shit at all.
Didn’t like that shit so much I almost casually went to grab a drink from the bar they were at.
Had the troublemaker beside me not been trying to wheel a neighbor’s oldest daughter in my theater room –while I was home– I probably would’ve.
His uncontrollable horniness is forcing to me check my own.
I gotta be a good example.
And letting him do “The Wild Thing” just so I could prevent some random plug from going after my woman – who’s still trying to learn that she’s mine – would not be that.
So.
