While the movie played, I couldn’t help but maintain physical contact with my man. Once the movie was over, we decided to eat at a Mediterranean restaurant. We were in the middle of a discussion when Shane’s phone rang. I saw the screen clearly since we were sitting on the same side of the booth. The number wasn’t saved, but Shane didn’t seem to be in a rush to answer.
“You’re not gonna answer that?”
“The number doesn’t look familiar, so no.”
“What if it’s business? An artist wanting to work?” I questioned.
“Then they can wait until I get back to Gwendal. If it’s important, they’ll shoot me a text.”
The phone rang again, displaying the same number, as soon as I started to respond. This time, Shane wiped his hands and mouth before answering.
“Hello?”
“Shane, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for months. Can you please?—”
“Yoo…why the fuck you on my phone, Mia? We ain’t got shit to talk about. Anything you had to say should’ve been said the night we met at the restaurant. There’s nothing you could possibly need to talk to me about after all this time. Oh, and stop going to my momma’s house. You can’t use her to get to me, shorty,” he stated in one breath before ending the call.
“When did you have dinner with her?” I asked calmly as I slipped into my coat.
“I didn’t have dinner with her, but this was months ago. Me and you weren’t a thing. She’d been coming by my mom’s house and I told her to meet me at a restaurant so she could say everything she needed to say. That conversation lasted all of ten minutes. Long enough for me to get my food and leave.”
“So why didn’t you tell me?”
“The shit wasn’t important enough. On top of that, you had your own shit goin’ on. There was nothing major to report, so I went on with my life,” he stated, as if it were nothing.
He was right, but I still didn’t like the fact that he’d met with her and hadn’t told me. He knew everything when it came to Allen, whether I thought it was important or not.
“So you’re telling me anythingyoudon’t think is important won’t be brought to me?”
“What I’m sayin’ is, if the shit doesn’t hold weight, I’m not bringing it to you just for you to have added stress. Women tend to give a fuck about things that truly don’t matter. Nothin’ about Mia has mattered to me since the day I walked away from the relationship. Another thing, I’m not about to let this shit ruin our weekend. I just asked you to be my fuckin’ wife. I’m not worried about a woman who didn’t make it past being mygirlfriend. If I was worried, I’d be with her. Now, let’s get this hot chocolate,” he stated before kissing my forehead.
We were back at the room after getting our hot chocolate and chocolate covered churros to-go. The energy wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t the same as before Mia called. Now that we’d done all of our outside activities, I stripped out of my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done, I threw on a loungewear set and went over to the bed. When I looked in Shane’s direction, he sat at the round table with a small mixing board in front of him. A studio microphone sat off to the side. Everything plugged in. Shane now wore jeans and a muscle shirt. The slight movement of his cut arms gave me flashbacks of being wrapped tightly in them. He looked so sexy as he concentrated on the mixer.
“C’mere,” he said when he finally felt my presence.
In a few short strides, I was standing next to him before he pulled me into his lap. He leaned in for a kiss and I obliged without hesitation.
“I love you. I’m choosing you and I’ll always choose you. That’s one thing I need you to know. Even in the future, when we’re having not so good days. Know that I loveand chooseyou.”
When he was done talking, he kissed my ring finger before focusing his attention back to the board.
“I’m making a new producer tag. I wanna use your voice though.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“You can say whatever you want but put my name in there.”
“Okay. Let me think of something. You want me to do it today or when we get home?”
“We can do it here if you think of something.”
Shane pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey from his bag. There were paper cups on top of the mini fridge, so I grabbed those and Shane poured our first taste. I was a whiskeygirl through and through so I was sure this wouldn’t be my only cup.
“Do you have work to get done while we’re here?”
“Nah…I take the mixing board wherever I go. The first time I traveled without it, I didn’t know what to do with myself when I had down time. Unable to create, I felt like I was going insane.”
“Damn. Your connection to music is interesting, but I understand. That’s how I feel about fashion. If I had to live in a world where I couldn’t create, I’d be no good to anyone,” I expressed before taking a sip of my drink.
