I kiss her because she deserves it.
I kiss her because to me, she’s total perfection.
When we pull away from each other, it’s too soon, but the day is young, and we have stuff to do. We need to make some appearances around the house so that everything seems normal. Ideally, we’ll make some separate appearances. I don’t want to be apart from her, but things need to seem normal between us, and it’s a known fact that Adalee and I?
We don’t exactly hang out together.
If we’re seen together too much, it’s going to raise suspicions, and that’s the last thing I need. What I need is for people to think I’m being normal and ordinary and boring.
I need them to think I’m a dick.
They can’t know that I have a heart or that it beats only for her.
So it’s with regret that Adalee and I decide to part ways.
“I’ll meet you after lunch,” she says. “I’m going to go meet with Margaret and see if she needs help with her sewing.”
“Good idea. I’ll go mess around in the movie theater,” I say. “Maybe I’ll play some games or goof off where people can see me being lazy.”
“You? Lazy?” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that something you have to pretend?”
“Hey,” I grab her and pull her close, planting a kiss on the end of her nose. “No teasing. You know I’d rather be kissing you than playing games.”
“Me too.”
“I like you, Adalee.”
“I like you, too.”
“After lunch, then.”
“It’s a date.”
She turns and leaves, and I stare at her as she walks away. I let her go, much as I don’t want to, and I head inside the house. I walk around for awhile, and finally, I settle down in the theater. It’s an in-home theater that rivals most movie theaters as far as screen size goes. There aren’t a lot of chairs, though: just several couches throughout the room.
There’s a lot of space. Plenty for me, honestly, and if I wanted to have friends over, there would be room to spare. I set the theater up with a movie and lay down on one of the couches. Then I start flipping through my phone. My grades have been posted – yahoo – and I’m not surprised to see that I got straight A’s except for study hall.
Miss Amber wasn’t exactly thrilled with my attitude and she graded me a little harshly. I didn’t even know it was possible to get anything but an “A” in study hall, but there you go.
Shoving my phone away, I somehow manage to finish the movie. It’s a typical action flick with lots of guns and violence and girls, but I’m more than happy when it ends and I can break out of the room. I head to our in-home gym and get in a good workout with lots of lifting and a little bit of cardio, take a shower, and then finally, head to lunch.
I’m not surprised to find that Adalee and Margaret are working side-by-side. The two of them have always worked well together. I can’t say Margaret has taught Adalee everything she knows, but I’d venture a guess that it’s pretty damn close.
“How’s it going?” I ask, sidling up to Adalee. I get a little too close, I know, and I back away before Margaret notices.
“Good,” Adalee says, ignoring the heat that’s once against building between us. Oh, I wish Margaret wasn’t here. It’s so hard not to grab Adalee and jut push her against the wall and start kissing her.
Yeah, I’d lo
ve to kiss the hell out of that pretty mouth.
I don’t, though. Instead, I’m a good boy, and I hang out while the girls work on the stew they’re making.
“The secret is in the stirring,” Margaret tells Adalee.
“Is that true?” I ask.
“Do you remember cooking with your mama?” Margaret asks me.