“I’d love to match.” Whatever she wants. I just care that I get to accompany her.
“My dress is a pale yellow. Do you like yellow?”
I wiggle my brows at her. “I know I’ll like it on you.”
She giggles, slapping my arm, before she rests her head on it. It’s her place, anyway.
“Maybe a tie or a handkerchief.” Then she lifts her face, saying, “I haven’t told you about my biggest goal… should I?”
I glance at her. “Now, you have to.” If that doesn’t include me, I’ll be a total mess. But I am more curious to hear what it is to help make it a reality.
She chews on her lower lip. “You won’t think it’s crazy?”
“No.” All I want is for her to trust that I’ll always support her in whatever she wants to achieve.
“I’m thinking of opening more stores in some major cities,” I hold my breath as she continues, “Where football teams are…”
She injects a dose of happiness that has my blood pumping faster. “I think that’s great.”
My heart beats so fast, I am afraid I might pass the fuck out. I didn’t dream her practically telling me she’s game. She wants us just as much.
The future sounds amazing.
“I thought that too,” she smiles, placing her cheek back on my arm.
Along the way, Lilly states she’s hungry so we stop at a diner. She orders pancakes with so much syrup that I am afraid she’s going to be sick.
As she moans around a forkful, I chuckle. “I think we’re going to break the bed.”
She snorts. “Really? That’s what you’re thinking right now?”
I pin her with a heated gaze. “It’s been five months, ten days, and six hours. Scratch that. I don’t think we will, I know we will.”
She giggles and draws patterns on the table with her index finger. “I’m nervous.”
I find her hand and interlace our fingers. “My parents will love you.”
“Sure?”
I caress the inside of her palm with my thumb, wishing to erase her uncertainty. “What’s not to love? Nothing. Plus, I am sure they will take one look at me and know the truth. What I feel for you is anything but just friendly.” Smiling broadly, I add, “Coach praised me the other day. He’s a hard nut to crack.”
“You’re holding up pretty well.”
“He’s cockblocking me, and he fucking knows it.” I huff. “He said that I give it my all when I am not sexually active.”
She bursts into laughter while I rake a hand through my hair.
“I’m suffering here.”
“Oh, you poor baby. I’ll take care of your aches,” she coos.
“Oh, you so will with your hand, mouth, and pussy.”
The tension between us snaps with electricity, it could light up an entire city.
I am so in love with her, my feelings for her tug at every fiber of my being. I can’t even describe it, but I know nothing compares to this ineffable experience.
Back in the car, she falls asleep, and I drive unperturbed, glancing at her every few seconds. Chest rising and falling in deep breaths, her mouth parts slightly, and I smile, feeling content.
