Just that you have soft hair.
Okay, I’m going now. Bye.
I chuckle at her words and can just imagine her flustered and wishing she could take it back
See you soon, Babygirl.
I clean up the work I’m doing and grab the keys for my truck. I’ve got plans for tonight, and that requires a few things from the store. If I hurry, I can get everything ready and even have time for that shower before I get my girl. Might even wash my hair.
She does like it feeling soft, after all. And I don’t want to disappoint.
Chapter 11 - Diana
“Should I be worried?” Nana says, leaning against my bedroom door.
I glance at her as I lean down to look in the dresser mirror as I put my earrings on. “About what?”
She shrugs. “About how serious things are getting.”
“Oh, Nana.” I roll my eyes as I move to the attached bathroom and start putting on my makeup. “We’ve only gone out a few times.”
“Try every night this week,” she yells from the other room.
Nana never has been one to follow me into the bathroom, preferring to stay in the common areas of the house. Her opinion is that she doesn’t need to invade my space, and I don’t need to invade hers. Even though this is her home, she treats it as ours.
“That doesn’t count. We just went on rides. Nothing lasted long, and there was no food involved.” I apply some concealer under my eyes. I wasn’t lying about being tired. This week was tough, but my mind is wide awake. It’s my body that doesn’t want to move.
“You saying if there’s no food, then there’s no date?”
I think on her words as I grab my brush and look at myself in the mirror, questioning if that makes sense. With a nod to myself, I answer, “Exactly.”
“And tonight? What’s the plan?”
“Movies.” I apply a light bronzer and some blush, then move on to the pale pink eyeshadow. More makeup than I usually wear, but I want him to know I put in more effort tonight and that this isn’t just like every other night he sees me.
“So, no food?”
Her tone has me pausing while putting on mascara.
I shrug. “I guess popcorn.”
“So, then itisa date.”
I roll my eyes, not that she can see me, then shake my head at the triumph in her words. Like she just won something.
“Whatever, Nana.”
We both hear the telltale sign of his bike coming down the road, and I jump with the desire to go and see him. Or more like catch him before Nana gets to talking to him. She’s in one of her moods again, and you never know what will come out of her mouth. But as soon as I jump, I smear my mascara.
“Shit.”
Nana’s laughter comes in clear. “Sounds like you still need a minute. Don’t worry, I’ll go keep your man entertained. Might even ask him what his grand intentions with you are.”
“Nana!” I cry out, but it’s too late. I already hear the creaking of the stairs as she makes her way down, and there’s no way I can finish up and save myself from her interrogating my… boyfriend?
What are Karter and I? It’s been about half a month since he left the hospital. Shorter than that, if you only count us seeing each other outside my job. But each day has felt better than the last. This is our second official date, but it seems as if we’ve been going out for weeks, since he’s found a way to see me or talk with me every day since the first date.
I know I should be worried about this going too fast or how his past is going to take all this once he remembers, but I can’t seem to care. I like how I feel. I like who I am when I’m with Karter. And Ilikekissing him.
