Because yes, I’m already down bad for this woman.
Future Wife
Pussy trance? I didn’t even know that was a thing, let alone that I was capable of it. Wait, is this one of those things you youngins say these days?
My first thought is to be absolutely mortified. She heard it. She heard it all. My entire rant about wanting to marry her after one night—which I’m only really half serious about—and being in a pussy trance.
My second is that out of everything I said, that’s what she came back with. Slightly busting my balls about my words and poking a little fun out of the awkward situation.
Yup. I’m pretty much in love with her.
Not all youngins. Just me.
You should send the word to the dictionary people. Or get a trademark. You don’t want anyone stealing your intellectual property.
Or we could keep it between us and also maybe forget that I sent you that voice memo?
Not a chance in the world
I lay back down on my couch, smiling at my phone like a goof as I read Gabi’s words.
Okay, but can you at least give me a do over? Send you the text that I wanted to send?
Sure. But just so you know I downloaded that and am saving it forever.
Forever? A woman after my own heart.
I take in a breath, and I don’t know why I was stressing too hard about it. Because as I type this, it’s the easiest two words I’ve ever strung together.
Hey Gabrielle.
Hey, Maddox. How have you been? I’m so surprised you texted me! I didn’t know if you even remembered my name or not!
Smart ass.
Had to throw in one crack. But seriously, how are you?
Better now that the mortification has slightly worn off.
Okay, well then I’m going to get this out of the way now. While I’m flattered that you proposed marriage, I’m going to have to say no at this time. Being that the ink isn’t dry on my divorce, there’s probably a waiting period in the state of Tennessee. So at this time, I’m going to have to say no.
Does that mean at another time you’d say yes?
You really are something else, aren’t you?
So I’ve been told.
For the next fifteen minutes we fall into easy conversation. She asks me about the parade and the media blitz since I’ve been home. Which makes me smile because that means she’s been paying attention. I ask her about the bakery and what she’s been up to since getting back from Vegas. While the conversation is effortless, I probably need to address the mini elephant in the room.
I hope you don’t mind that I texted you. Or I should say voice messaged you badly.
I don’t at all. The voice memo, which will forever be saved, brightened my day.
Glad to help.
I was actually wondering if you were going to text me or not…
I wasn’t going to contact you after Vegas. But when Linc said he ran into you…
