running to Vegas, the next day.”
“Really, Patricia, you’re gonna go there? Have you already forgotten about last night?”
“Oh, pish posh,” Patricia waves of the truth as if it is the most irrelevant detail. “The real liars are standing here before me.”
“Patricia, you were lying as well.”
“Well… yes, but everyone knows the truth about me and Max now. You two Sam be the ones to cause real damage to your parents’ poor broken hearts, Sam,” Patricia turns to give Sam her ‘I’ve got-you-by-the-balls’ smile, wicked and malicious. “And I’ll be the one to tell them. Question is: can they survive anymore deceit and betrayal? Toodle do.”
That’s it! I’m declaring it. The absolute, worst day of my life is today. I don’t see how there can be anything worse than this. This is almost becoming a habit now.
Sam takes my hand releasing only after a few good squeezes. I’m not sure if those were for my reassurance or his.
Patricia breaks out into a sarcastic, caustic laugh, a few steps away, leaving us a new débâcle without a single lifeline in this time of defeat.
Oh crap, this really isn’t good.
[ 9 ]
Nine Fine Wines
The sun glares down on us baking us in our dumb lies, stupid charade and idiotic transgressions.
I finally and legally have Sam where it would be hard to prove non-consensual sex right now and yet I can’t enjoy it.
Patricia has managed to ruin another part of my life. I’m now beginning to understand murders of passion and their committers.
Sam shams indifference, even though his fists and jaw keep clenching. The caresses of the breeze play over his face, softening Sam for him to return to me.
“Alright, then. So I guess there’s no honeymoon now.”
“Sam, not now. I’m not in the mood”
“I know. Like I said, no honeymoon.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Yes, I am. But you already signed on the dotted line, no take backsies.”
“Take backsies? What are you nine?”
He nods, grinning, “Plus eighteen. And a half.”
“Are we going to avoid talking about Patricia and her threat to expose you to your parents?” I shift to look Sam in the eyes, my breath still hitching at his magnificent stature and grandeur.
“For now, yes.”
Alright, file that under list of ‘Things to seriously worry about later ‘cause I just don’t want to right now’.
“Good, my brain is in overload now. There’re too many things happening. I need a breather.”
“So, honeymoon back on?”
“If that means being at home, sipping champagne to get a buzz and ordering take-out, then yes.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Sam hails a taxi giving the driver instructions to head to the airport.
“We need to start practicing kissing”
“What?”
“That is what couples do, Jodi. Kiss me. Kiss me like you did at the reunion, I enjoyed that.”
Groaning I say, “You like when people fondle you?”
“Not people, you.”
“Why didn’t you stop me by the way? I was so embarrassed when Max came up.”
“Why would I? I liked it. Besides I wasn’t thinking about Max for that matter. That would be disgusting and so very wrong.”
“Who were you thinking of, your boyfriend, or a past boyfriend?”
“What, no! Why the hell would you say something like that? No! Hell! That’s twisted, Jodi. Don’t repeat that.”
“Sorry. You were so into it, I just wondered.” Mumbling, I look out the window watching the Strip leave me.
“Jodi, look at me,” Sam grasps my face in both hands, looking in eyes in earnest, “When I’m with you, I’m not thinking about Max, family, friends, Patricia, work or anything else. I’m thinking about you. Always about you. Don’t forget that.”
Sam kisses my forehead so softly it’s like his lips whisper their adoration against my skin. Looking at Sam is fine but it is the tasting that I enjoy most. Like the dew that waters fresh blossoms, Sam’s lips move and leave their mark against my heated skin. His scent of
“Really, Patricia, you’re gonna go there? Have you already forgotten about last night?”
“Oh, pish posh,” Patricia waves of the truth as if it is the most irrelevant detail. “The real liars are standing here before me.”
“Patricia, you were lying as well.”
“Well… yes, but everyone knows the truth about me and Max now. You two Sam be the ones to cause real damage to your parents’ poor broken hearts, Sam,” Patricia turns to give Sam her ‘I’ve got-you-by-the-balls’ smile, wicked and malicious. “And I’ll be the one to tell them. Question is: can they survive anymore deceit and betrayal? Toodle do.”
That’s it! I’m declaring it. The absolute, worst day of my life is today. I don’t see how there can be anything worse than this. This is almost becoming a habit now.
Sam takes my hand releasing only after a few good squeezes. I’m not sure if those were for my reassurance or his.
Patricia breaks out into a sarcastic, caustic laugh, a few steps away, leaving us a new débâcle without a single lifeline in this time of defeat.
Oh crap, this really isn’t good.
[ 9 ]
Nine Fine Wines
The sun glares down on us baking us in our dumb lies, stupid charade and idiotic transgressions.
I finally and legally have Sam where it would be hard to prove non-consensual sex right now and yet I can’t enjoy it.
Patricia has managed to ruin another part of my life. I’m now beginning to understand murders of passion and their committers.
Sam shams indifference, even though his fists and jaw keep clenching. The caresses of the breeze play over his face, softening Sam for him to return to me.
“Alright, then. So I guess there’s no honeymoon now.”
“Sam, not now. I’m not in the mood”
“I know. Like I said, no honeymoon.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Yes, I am. But you already signed on the dotted line, no take backsies.”
“Take backsies? What are you nine?”
He nods, grinning, “Plus eighteen. And a half.”
“Are we going to avoid talking about Patricia and her threat to expose you to your parents?” I shift to look Sam in the eyes, my breath still hitching at his magnificent stature and grandeur.
“For now, yes.”
Alright, file that under list of ‘Things to seriously worry about later ‘cause I just don’t want to right now’.
“Good, my brain is in overload now. There’re too many things happening. I need a breather.”
“So, honeymoon back on?”
“If that means being at home, sipping champagne to get a buzz and ordering take-out, then yes.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Sam hails a taxi giving the driver instructions to head to the airport.
“We need to start practicing kissing”
“What?”
“That is what couples do, Jodi. Kiss me. Kiss me like you did at the reunion, I enjoyed that.”
Groaning I say, “You like when people fondle you?”
“Not people, you.”
“Why didn’t you stop me by the way? I was so embarrassed when Max came up.”
“Why would I? I liked it. Besides I wasn’t thinking about Max for that matter. That would be disgusting and so very wrong.”
“Who were you thinking of, your boyfriend, or a past boyfriend?”
“What, no! Why the hell would you say something like that? No! Hell! That’s twisted, Jodi. Don’t repeat that.”
“Sorry. You were so into it, I just wondered.” Mumbling, I look out the window watching the Strip leave me.
“Jodi, look at me,” Sam grasps my face in both hands, looking in eyes in earnest, “When I’m with you, I’m not thinking about Max, family, friends, Patricia, work or anything else. I’m thinking about you. Always about you. Don’t forget that.”
Sam kisses my forehead so softly it’s like his lips whisper their adoration against my skin. Looking at Sam is fine but it is the tasting that I enjoy most. Like the dew that waters fresh blossoms, Sam’s lips move and leave their mark against my heated skin. His scent of
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