to my favorite television show, Friday Night Lights . We are watching the first season together. Platonically, we lie side by side in his bed every night, discussing the ins and outs of the show. We both also love gory scary movies and hate mysteries of any kind. He loves the same peanut M&M’s along with hating anything with coconut in it. Oh, and we both order supreme pizza and pick the green peppers off instead of just ordering without. It adds flavor.
Music is the only thing we definitely disagree on. He enjoys old school R&B and rap, but abhors any country. I’m trying to change that, but it doesn’t seem to be going in my favor. He will listen with a pained look on his face and then swear I’m trying to kill him. He likes Carrie Underwood, so at least there is hope.
So far, everything has been on the up and up. Dray hasn’t tried anything, and I’ve kept my libido under wraps, which admitting to only myself, is hard. And it’s progressively getting worse. Every time I find something else I like about him, it’s like this pressure starts building. We played checkers yesterday, and he could have easily cheated and won, but he was honorable, and damn it, if that didn’t turn me on. I need to get out of the house today.
“Dray, I’m going to visit my aunt,” I say walking into the kitchen where he is eating lunch. Looking up he nods. At the last minute, I turn and something inside makes me ask, “Want to come along? I’m sure she would love to see you.” Leaning against the doorjamb, I see the surprise appear across his face.
“Sure. Just give me a second to grab some shoes,” he says while standing and washing his plate out in the sink.
For him to walk out of the room, he has to walk through the same doorway that I’m standing in. Not moving, for some insane reason, I feel him slip past me. Brushing up against my sensitive body, he moves slowly by. Our eyes lock the entire time, but he makes no move to disturb our agreement. After he leaves, I stand there, calming my mind and body for a second.
“I can do this,” I chant to myself. It’s Dray for crying out loud. That’s the problem though. Which Dray am I with?
Hearing him walk back into the foyer, I grab Jonsie to take with us and out we go. Driving to my aunt’s turns out to be an adventure in itself. Trying to broaden his musical horizon, I let him listen to some new indie and alternative bands that I’ve found and like. The Neighbourhood, seems to be one we both agree on.
Once we reach Aunt Leigh’s, he offers to take Jonsie for a walk while I go and greet her. Her nurse lets me in and ushers me into the kitchen where the smell of homemade cornbread fills the air.
“Yummy,” I state as I walk in.
She stands behind the counter canning pepper jelly. Walking over to her, I lean down to kiss her cheek and turn so she can return the kisses.
“You know, your great-grandmother first taught me our secret family recipe for pepper jelly when I was fifteen. I never planned on ever cooking any, but here I am, cooking and canning. From fashion diva to fifty’s housewife. You really never know where life will take you, Kylie.”
“Well, I never knew there is a secret family recipe.”
Looking up, surprised, she states, “No, I guess your Dad wouldn’t have known it.”
“I guess this means you now have to teach me,” I reply. Coming around, I open a drawer and reach in for an apron. “Where do I start?” Turning away, she is unable to hide the tears in her eyes before I see them.
“Well, let me start from the beginning and teach you. Remember, this is a secret so it can only be passed down to family. You have to swear to it, my mammie made me.”
Crossing my heart, I look at her and say, “Swear.”
“Okay, then...you start with...”
I’m not sure what time it is until I glance up at the clock and realize that an hour has passed. Aunt Leigh walked me
Music is the only thing we definitely disagree on. He enjoys old school R&B and rap, but abhors any country. I’m trying to change that, but it doesn’t seem to be going in my favor. He will listen with a pained look on his face and then swear I’m trying to kill him. He likes Carrie Underwood, so at least there is hope.
So far, everything has been on the up and up. Dray hasn’t tried anything, and I’ve kept my libido under wraps, which admitting to only myself, is hard. And it’s progressively getting worse. Every time I find something else I like about him, it’s like this pressure starts building. We played checkers yesterday, and he could have easily cheated and won, but he was honorable, and damn it, if that didn’t turn me on. I need to get out of the house today.
“Dray, I’m going to visit my aunt,” I say walking into the kitchen where he is eating lunch. Looking up he nods. At the last minute, I turn and something inside makes me ask, “Want to come along? I’m sure she would love to see you.” Leaning against the doorjamb, I see the surprise appear across his face.
“Sure. Just give me a second to grab some shoes,” he says while standing and washing his plate out in the sink.
For him to walk out of the room, he has to walk through the same doorway that I’m standing in. Not moving, for some insane reason, I feel him slip past me. Brushing up against my sensitive body, he moves slowly by. Our eyes lock the entire time, but he makes no move to disturb our agreement. After he leaves, I stand there, calming my mind and body for a second.
“I can do this,” I chant to myself. It’s Dray for crying out loud. That’s the problem though. Which Dray am I with?
Hearing him walk back into the foyer, I grab Jonsie to take with us and out we go. Driving to my aunt’s turns out to be an adventure in itself. Trying to broaden his musical horizon, I let him listen to some new indie and alternative bands that I’ve found and like. The Neighbourhood, seems to be one we both agree on.
Once we reach Aunt Leigh’s, he offers to take Jonsie for a walk while I go and greet her. Her nurse lets me in and ushers me into the kitchen where the smell of homemade cornbread fills the air.
“Yummy,” I state as I walk in.
She stands behind the counter canning pepper jelly. Walking over to her, I lean down to kiss her cheek and turn so she can return the kisses.
“You know, your great-grandmother first taught me our secret family recipe for pepper jelly when I was fifteen. I never planned on ever cooking any, but here I am, cooking and canning. From fashion diva to fifty’s housewife. You really never know where life will take you, Kylie.”
“Well, I never knew there is a secret family recipe.”
Looking up, surprised, she states, “No, I guess your Dad wouldn’t have known it.”
“I guess this means you now have to teach me,” I reply. Coming around, I open a drawer and reach in for an apron. “Where do I start?” Turning away, she is unable to hide the tears in her eyes before I see them.
“Well, let me start from the beginning and teach you. Remember, this is a secret so it can only be passed down to family. You have to swear to it, my mammie made me.”
Crossing my heart, I look at her and say, “Swear.”
“Okay, then...you start with...”
I’m not sure what time it is until I glance up at the clock and realize that an hour has passed. Aunt Leigh walked me
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