stop. I wonder how much wine he wastes overfilling glasses. When the light golden liquid reaches the top of his finger on the outside of the glass, he stops and repeats the action in the next glass. He must be able to feel the temperature of the liquid on the glass. He purposefully places his finger close to the rim of the glass and stops pouring once it reaches his finger. I find it simply fascinating.
For a second I thought maybe he’d put his finger inside the glass, and stop once he felt the liquid on his finger. Good to know he doesn’t put his fingers in other people’s drinks.
He takes the two glasses and holds one out toward me. I take it, and then take a sip. He removes the silver dome cover from the plate in front of me. He then takes a seat. I have another sip and the cool liquid slides down the back of my throat easily…a little too easily.
He removes the cover from his plate, and then sets the two lids to the side. It’s an awkward silence as we both begin to eat our food. I find myself not eating, but studying the breathtaking beach instead. There are millions of stars splashed across the night sky. The moon is just a little sliver allowing the stars to shine brightly in their radiance. Even the ocean seems black, except for the white peaks scattered here and there at the top of the waves.
“Is there something wrong with your food?” River asks. “I can have the chef fired,” he continues, jokingly.
“No, there’s nothing wrong with the food. I was just looking at the ocean, it’s so beautif...” I start.
God, I’m so stupid and insensitive and stupid. I’m so stupid I had to tell myself twice how stupid I am. Yes, I’m double stupid. Of course, he doesn’t know the ocean is beautiful. Instead of taking offense, he sets down his fork and leans back in his chair.
“What did you expect coming out with me tonight?” he asks.
Now that takes me by total surprise. Actually, I was expecting him to take me out to dinner to apologize for making a scene and making me the laughing stock of the farmer’s market, that’s what. I pick up my glass and down the last of the wine.
“Pardon,” I answer, swallowing hard.
“Tonight, what were you expecting?” he repeats.
“I wasn’t expecting anything,” I say, setting down the empty glass.
He leans forward, picks up the wine bottle off the table and refills my glass the same way he filled it the first time. Then he leans back in his chair again. It’s completely fascinating how confidently he moves. If I tried that, absolutely every item on this table would be on the floor.
“That’s not true. You got all dolled up. Obviously you expected me to take you to some fancy restaurant and flaunt you on my arm,” he says.
Now that’s just insulting. Yes, I got all dolled up, but I’d get dolled up to go out with Nina. And how does he know I got all dolled up? I stand from my chair ready to leave. I don’t have to sit here and take this crap.
“Sit back down,” he orders.
What, am I a dog? I’m a grown ass woman and I do what I want. I stand there with my mouth hanging open just staring at him. Then, I clamp it shut. Damn it, why do I do that? I need to make an effort not to do that anymore. The second my mouth closes, his tips up into a slight smile. Damn, there’s that smile I wanted to see again.
“Sit back down,” I order.
Her mouth opens and stays open. That little click she does with her tongue on the roof of her mouth is so damn sexy. Then she quickly closes her mouth. I find myself smiling at her actions.
“Look, I wasn’t expecting anything but an apology from you for ruining my life Saturday,” she says.
“Aren’t we being a little bit dramatic?” I ask.
“Dramatic?” she spits out, sarcastically.
“You challenged me,” I reply.
“I challenged you?” she replies, sarcastically, again. “What the hell is wrong with you? I most certainly did not challenge you to pick me up, ass to the heavens, and carry
For a second I thought maybe he’d put his finger inside the glass, and stop once he felt the liquid on his finger. Good to know he doesn’t put his fingers in other people’s drinks.
He takes the two glasses and holds one out toward me. I take it, and then take a sip. He removes the silver dome cover from the plate in front of me. He then takes a seat. I have another sip and the cool liquid slides down the back of my throat easily…a little too easily.
He removes the cover from his plate, and then sets the two lids to the side. It’s an awkward silence as we both begin to eat our food. I find myself not eating, but studying the breathtaking beach instead. There are millions of stars splashed across the night sky. The moon is just a little sliver allowing the stars to shine brightly in their radiance. Even the ocean seems black, except for the white peaks scattered here and there at the top of the waves.
“Is there something wrong with your food?” River asks. “I can have the chef fired,” he continues, jokingly.
“No, there’s nothing wrong with the food. I was just looking at the ocean, it’s so beautif...” I start.
God, I’m so stupid and insensitive and stupid. I’m so stupid I had to tell myself twice how stupid I am. Yes, I’m double stupid. Of course, he doesn’t know the ocean is beautiful. Instead of taking offense, he sets down his fork and leans back in his chair.
“What did you expect coming out with me tonight?” he asks.
Now that takes me by total surprise. Actually, I was expecting him to take me out to dinner to apologize for making a scene and making me the laughing stock of the farmer’s market, that’s what. I pick up my glass and down the last of the wine.
“Pardon,” I answer, swallowing hard.
“Tonight, what were you expecting?” he repeats.
“I wasn’t expecting anything,” I say, setting down the empty glass.
He leans forward, picks up the wine bottle off the table and refills my glass the same way he filled it the first time. Then he leans back in his chair again. It’s completely fascinating how confidently he moves. If I tried that, absolutely every item on this table would be on the floor.
“That’s not true. You got all dolled up. Obviously you expected me to take you to some fancy restaurant and flaunt you on my arm,” he says.
Now that’s just insulting. Yes, I got all dolled up, but I’d get dolled up to go out with Nina. And how does he know I got all dolled up? I stand from my chair ready to leave. I don’t have to sit here and take this crap.
“Sit back down,” he orders.
What, am I a dog? I’m a grown ass woman and I do what I want. I stand there with my mouth hanging open just staring at him. Then, I clamp it shut. Damn it, why do I do that? I need to make an effort not to do that anymore. The second my mouth closes, his tips up into a slight smile. Damn, there’s that smile I wanted to see again.
“Sit back down,” I order.
Her mouth opens and stays open. That little click she does with her tongue on the roof of her mouth is so damn sexy. Then she quickly closes her mouth. I find myself smiling at her actions.
“Look, I wasn’t expecting anything but an apology from you for ruining my life Saturday,” she says.
“Aren’t we being a little bit dramatic?” I ask.
“Dramatic?” she spits out, sarcastically.
“You challenged me,” I reply.
“I challenged you?” she replies, sarcastically, again. “What the hell is wrong with you? I most certainly did not challenge you to pick me up, ass to the heavens, and carry
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