back at him and give him a dirty look.
"Apparently so." His mom bites on her bottom lip in order hold in her giggles. Even she thinks this is funny.
"My name is Mary, nice to meet you, darling."
"Rigbee, nice to meet you too. You have a beautiful house," I compliment, as I take in the sight.
The house is a cute, country style blue ranch with a wrap-around porch to die for. I can tell from the outside the house must be big.
"Well, thank you. Yes, we are very fortunate. We have ten acres all together. It's calm and peaceful."
I can tell right away his parents are calm and peaceful people in general. The exact opposite of my family.
"It's like having a vacation at your own house," I say to her, impressed with the beauty of the place.
"It really is. We stay home whenever we take vacation time. Why go anywhere else?" Mary has a look of pride on her face, and it's apparent how content she is in her life.
The three of us are still standing in the driveway when Thomas and his dad walk back out of the garage.
"Why don't we all head inside and have a cup of coffee?” Mary brightly suggests as she directs us through the door.
Inside, we sit down around a heavy wood dining table big enough to fit fifteen easy. It is shaped much like a picnic table with bench seating. From over my shoulder, Mary places a coffee in front of me. Black. Exactly how I like it. I take a peek inside of everyone else's mugs to find them thick with cream and sugar.
We all talk and do the normal introductions and short summaries of ourselves. Funny stories are told about Roman and Thomas as kids. It's hard to believe Roman comes from a home like this. Based on his looks and personality, I couldn't help but picture his lifestyle to be a bit rougher. I would never have guessed such a tattooed, punk rock, edging on the line of Emo, Hottie McHandsome, came from such a normal and stable loving family. The cover of his book is misleading.
Roman's brother, Thomas, on the other hand, looks like your typical popular country boy with a side of prep, who may or may not have been a school athlete of some sort. Total opposite of Roman in more ways than looks. I was right—he definitely does get his looks from his mom.
Mary has the same blue eyes and blonde hair her son does. Her cut is short, styled into a pretty, yet still Mom-like, hairstyle. She also has very good taste in wardrobe. I can tell her clothes are either tailored to fit her perfectly or she knows how to dress for her shape. She is pulling off the “I may be older but I can still rock it” look with an open front cardigan and big chunky jewelry which could be costume jewelry you'd get at Claire's, or could very well be real.
I can't tell if I'm making a good impression or not. It's very unnerving. The whole time we've been sitting here chatting, Roman's mom has shown no hint to signal either way. She has been completely kind and pleasant, but I think she is still trying to figure me out. I have a feeling Roman must've brought girls home before who either did not impress her or did something to hurt her son.
Speaking of which, Roman and I have not had the talk yet. The one where we talk about past girlfriends and boyfriends and we ask what's your number. I've been too scared to bring it up because I know he is experienced. Even if Lyle hadn't accidentally told me, I can tell. And I'm not sure I want to know to what extent. I am sure he is the person I want to have my first experience with. I've already decided. I'm nervous as shit, but I'm also relieved. He is the first person I have ever wanted to be with. Every time he so much as glances my way, my body validates my feelings being finally right. He's right.
"Don't you think, Rigbee?" Huh ? I'm jolted back into reality, and I have no idea what has just been asked of me.
"Cou-Could you repeat the question?" I ask abashed, scarlet creeping into my cheeks.
"Roman's hair, sweetheart. Don't you think he should get a haircut? He would look so
"Apparently so." His mom bites on her bottom lip in order hold in her giggles. Even she thinks this is funny.
"My name is Mary, nice to meet you, darling."
"Rigbee, nice to meet you too. You have a beautiful house," I compliment, as I take in the sight.
The house is a cute, country style blue ranch with a wrap-around porch to die for. I can tell from the outside the house must be big.
"Well, thank you. Yes, we are very fortunate. We have ten acres all together. It's calm and peaceful."
I can tell right away his parents are calm and peaceful people in general. The exact opposite of my family.
"It's like having a vacation at your own house," I say to her, impressed with the beauty of the place.
"It really is. We stay home whenever we take vacation time. Why go anywhere else?" Mary has a look of pride on her face, and it's apparent how content she is in her life.
The three of us are still standing in the driveway when Thomas and his dad walk back out of the garage.
"Why don't we all head inside and have a cup of coffee?” Mary brightly suggests as she directs us through the door.
Inside, we sit down around a heavy wood dining table big enough to fit fifteen easy. It is shaped much like a picnic table with bench seating. From over my shoulder, Mary places a coffee in front of me. Black. Exactly how I like it. I take a peek inside of everyone else's mugs to find them thick with cream and sugar.
We all talk and do the normal introductions and short summaries of ourselves. Funny stories are told about Roman and Thomas as kids. It's hard to believe Roman comes from a home like this. Based on his looks and personality, I couldn't help but picture his lifestyle to be a bit rougher. I would never have guessed such a tattooed, punk rock, edging on the line of Emo, Hottie McHandsome, came from such a normal and stable loving family. The cover of his book is misleading.
Roman's brother, Thomas, on the other hand, looks like your typical popular country boy with a side of prep, who may or may not have been a school athlete of some sort. Total opposite of Roman in more ways than looks. I was right—he definitely does get his looks from his mom.
Mary has the same blue eyes and blonde hair her son does. Her cut is short, styled into a pretty, yet still Mom-like, hairstyle. She also has very good taste in wardrobe. I can tell her clothes are either tailored to fit her perfectly or she knows how to dress for her shape. She is pulling off the “I may be older but I can still rock it” look with an open front cardigan and big chunky jewelry which could be costume jewelry you'd get at Claire's, or could very well be real.
I can't tell if I'm making a good impression or not. It's very unnerving. The whole time we've been sitting here chatting, Roman's mom has shown no hint to signal either way. She has been completely kind and pleasant, but I think she is still trying to figure me out. I have a feeling Roman must've brought girls home before who either did not impress her or did something to hurt her son.
Speaking of which, Roman and I have not had the talk yet. The one where we talk about past girlfriends and boyfriends and we ask what's your number. I've been too scared to bring it up because I know he is experienced. Even if Lyle hadn't accidentally told me, I can tell. And I'm not sure I want to know to what extent. I am sure he is the person I want to have my first experience with. I've already decided. I'm nervous as shit, but I'm also relieved. He is the first person I have ever wanted to be with. Every time he so much as glances my way, my body validates my feelings being finally right. He's right.
"Don't you think, Rigbee?" Huh ? I'm jolted back into reality, and I have no idea what has just been asked of me.
"Cou-Could you repeat the question?" I ask abashed, scarlet creeping into my cheeks.
"Roman's hair, sweetheart. Don't you think he should get a haircut? He would look so
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