“Graceland Marie Starr, this is a great song. It’s a classic.” I took a hold of her and spun her around, then brought her to my chest and made a few exaggerated dance moves.
“It’s Porter.”
“Huh?” I pretended not to hear her. “The music must be too loud, what did you say?”
She shook her head and let me spin her around until we were dizzy and exhausted.
An hour later, we found ourselves sitting on my kitchen floor, eating grapes and cheese. She was leaning her back against the refrigerator with her legs out straight in frontof her, and I was sitting the same way against the cabinets across from her.
She lobbed a grape up into the air and I caught it in my mouth.
“I have an idea...” she said.
“Tell me.”
“Let’s play a game. Do you have a blindfold?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “It’s not what you think.”
I pulled a long, red dishtowel out of the drawer and tossed it to her. She leaned forward on her knees and proceeded to tie it around my head.
“I’m getting scared, Grace.”
“We’re gonna play, ‘Guess what I just put in your mouth.’ ”
“Sweet Jesus. That sounds like a game I’ll like.”
“Don’t get too excited.”
Too late.
I heard her tinkering around in the kitchen, and then a few minutes later she was sitting next to me again. “Okay, open up.” I felt a cold spoon hit my tongue. Something slid off it and hit the back of my throat. It was confusing and disgusting and the texture gave me the chills. “Gross, what is this?”
“You have to guess; that’s the whole point of the game.”
“Grape jelly and soy sauce?”
She lifted the blindfold to reveal her ecstatic face. “It’s true! I thought that would be impossible.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”
“Wait, I have more.”
“No.”
“Just one more?” she whined.
“Fine.” I pulled the blindfold back down.
She scampered away and came back a moment later. “Open up, Matty.”
Her finger was in my mouth, and if that wasn’t sweet enough on its own, it was coated in Nutella. “Nutella à la Grace?”
She undid the blindfold, her face beaming.
“My turn,” I said. I tied the towel-blindfold around her eyes, stood up, and pretended to gather things from various drawers. I sat back down. “Ready?”
“Yep!” She opened her mouth and I kissed her, starting at her bottom lip and then moving to her neck and back to her mouth until our tongues were twisting and our hands were lost in each other’s hair.
We made out on my kitchen floor and then, suddenly, Grace cut it short.
