She’s dangerous.
SIXTEEN
“I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.”
~ Coco J. Ginger
WYATT
When I woke up, the movie was over, and when I looked at her, she was sleeping while sitting. Rising up off her lap and onto my knees, I lifted her up, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down.
“Are you making your escape?” she whispered, her eyes still closed.
“Unlike some people, I have to work,” I whispered back, brushing the hair from her face. “Want to switch places with me?”
She smiled. “Do you have a doctorate in Computer Science and Computer Engineering Systems?”
“Show off.” I grinned.
She opened her little bit of a smile into a full grin, too. “Don’t be jealous, I make genius look easy.”
I laughed, lying beside her on top of the sheets. “Some people would call me a genius too—”
“They’re kissing your ass.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in love with me?” I half joked.
“I am, so what? I’m still not going to lie to you, though,” she replied, and I couldn’t help but just stare at her. “What? Are you realizing I’m your one true love? Are you seeing fireworks?”
“Yep, the whole nine yards. In fact, everything is now all rose-colored in my eyes. We might need to slow down or tomorrow I’ll be holding a stereo over my head at your window.”
“Oh…what song are you going to play?”
“I was thinking ‘Weekend Love’ by TGT.” She broke out into a fit of laughter, just shaking her head. “What, you don’t like it?” I asked. “It’s a good song.”
“Oh, I have so much to say right now—”
“Bring it.” I waited, my head propped up on the pillow.
“First, someone is apparently thinking they’ll get lucky tonight if you’re playing that song tomorrow.”
I nodded. “You already guaranteed I’m going to get the chance to unzip your skirt, so I’m thinking my luck is a sure thing.”
Her mouth fell open a little, and I just winked.
“Secondly, that’s the song my parents used to play when we were younger whenever they were about to do it. You might give the game away.”
I tried not to laugh. She was right. I remembered sometimes seeing them dancing to it. “Actually, it so on the nose, they will just think we are making fun of them.”
“You really have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“I was trying to tell you I was a genius.”
“Smart ass.”
I laughed and so did she…and when we both calmed down, I pulled her closer to me. “Thank you for the sleep.”
“Don’t thank me, you have no idea what I did to you while you were sleeping.”