for your non-date, so I’ll let you go. But I want to hear all about it tomorrow, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am. Call me if you need anything. Even if it’s a nap. I’ll be happy to watch the trio.”
“I know. Love you, Efia.”
“Love you, too, babe,” I reply as I hang up. The pregnancy is going well, but I can tell she’s exhausted. I’ve made a point of spending more time with them recently, so I can take some of the bulk of the burden off. It’s everything she would do for me if the situations were reversed. I lucked out when I met her in college. You don’t get many forever friends in life you can count on. No matter how different our lives looked, or where our paths lead, we’ve always stayed in contact and close.
I play some Nina Simone to put my nerves at ease and jump in the shower, ready to get ready for the afternoon.
***
Edgar
I smile at the kids squealing as they dodge the streams of water shooting up from the ground in the fountain area. The area is teaming with activity, and I’m a people watcher. I observe the teenage couple holding hands and whispering to each other. Ah, to be young and clueless again. Her face is flushed and his eyes are full of the adoration a young man wears before society tells him showing that much emotion isn’t masculine.
I scan the area, and my eyes rest on the woman coming toward me with gently swaying hips and a curvy frame. I laugh when I realize its Efia. She’s sexy as sin with long legs, wide hips, and a small waist. She’s wearing a floppy beige sun hat that does nothing to hide the fact that she’s bald. I’m proud of her. She’s come a long way over the past couple of months. There’s further to go, but I like to believe I’ll be around to witness it, and not just as her barber.
I stand, and she waves at me.
“You look amazing,” I say honestly.
“I think you’re inspiring my fashion choices,” she replies as she takes in my cuffed pants, black creepers, and a white T-shirt.
“I’m okay with that.”
“You should be. You have excellent style.”
I offer her my arm. “I figured we’d grab lunch and a few drinks at the Dive before we hit up the exhibits?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” She hooks her arm through mine, and I become insanely aware of the side of her body brushing up against mine. The base of my spine tingles. Her floral fragrance teases me. I lean in slightly and inhale. It’s intoxicating. My mouth waters and I swallow down the lust ramping up as we reach the ticket booth. I definitely need a drink or three.
“I got this. You can get the drinks,” I say before she can protest.
“Deal.”
After I purchase our tickets, we enter the building and head straight to the Dive. The low light cavern has a spectacular view of a built in fish tank that runs along the wall.
“You want to sit at the bar?” I ask, eyeing the families filling the majority of the tables.
“I think that’ll be the best way to go.”
When I press my hand to the small of her back, a jolt of electricity flows up my arm. I jerk my hand back and she peers at me. Did she feel it, too?
We find a spot at the end of the bar and I pull out her chair and she flashes me a smile that makes something in my belly tighten. She climbs onto the stool. I push her in and join her. We peruse the menu and end up ordering a sampler and Coronaritas—two margaritas that have a Corona bottle tucked into them.
The cool liquid hits my tongue and makes my taste buds dance. It does nothing for my heated flesh.
“How’s work been?” I ask, clutching onto a safe topic.
“Really good. I have a new client I’ll be working with that might end up being a long term thing. It’s kind of,” she glances around the room before leaning in and lowering her voice, “naughty though.”
“What? Porn?” I whisper back.
“No, boudoir photos. Sexy photos done tastefully in a pin-up style.”
I can’t help but think of her lush body laid out on a bed in white sheets
“Yes, ma’am. Call me if you need anything. Even if it’s a nap. I’ll be happy to watch the trio.”
“I know. Love you, Efia.”
“Love you, too, babe,” I reply as I hang up. The pregnancy is going well, but I can tell she’s exhausted. I’ve made a point of spending more time with them recently, so I can take some of the bulk of the burden off. It’s everything she would do for me if the situations were reversed. I lucked out when I met her in college. You don’t get many forever friends in life you can count on. No matter how different our lives looked, or where our paths lead, we’ve always stayed in contact and close.
I play some Nina Simone to put my nerves at ease and jump in the shower, ready to get ready for the afternoon.
***
Edgar
I smile at the kids squealing as they dodge the streams of water shooting up from the ground in the fountain area. The area is teaming with activity, and I’m a people watcher. I observe the teenage couple holding hands and whispering to each other. Ah, to be young and clueless again. Her face is flushed and his eyes are full of the adoration a young man wears before society tells him showing that much emotion isn’t masculine.
I scan the area, and my eyes rest on the woman coming toward me with gently swaying hips and a curvy frame. I laugh when I realize its Efia. She’s sexy as sin with long legs, wide hips, and a small waist. She’s wearing a floppy beige sun hat that does nothing to hide the fact that she’s bald. I’m proud of her. She’s come a long way over the past couple of months. There’s further to go, but I like to believe I’ll be around to witness it, and not just as her barber.
I stand, and she waves at me.
“You look amazing,” I say honestly.
“I think you’re inspiring my fashion choices,” she replies as she takes in my cuffed pants, black creepers, and a white T-shirt.
“I’m okay with that.”
“You should be. You have excellent style.”
I offer her my arm. “I figured we’d grab lunch and a few drinks at the Dive before we hit up the exhibits?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” She hooks her arm through mine, and I become insanely aware of the side of her body brushing up against mine. The base of my spine tingles. Her floral fragrance teases me. I lean in slightly and inhale. It’s intoxicating. My mouth waters and I swallow down the lust ramping up as we reach the ticket booth. I definitely need a drink or three.
“I got this. You can get the drinks,” I say before she can protest.
“Deal.”
After I purchase our tickets, we enter the building and head straight to the Dive. The low light cavern has a spectacular view of a built in fish tank that runs along the wall.
“You want to sit at the bar?” I ask, eyeing the families filling the majority of the tables.
“I think that’ll be the best way to go.”
When I press my hand to the small of her back, a jolt of electricity flows up my arm. I jerk my hand back and she peers at me. Did she feel it, too?
We find a spot at the end of the bar and I pull out her chair and she flashes me a smile that makes something in my belly tighten. She climbs onto the stool. I push her in and join her. We peruse the menu and end up ordering a sampler and Coronaritas—two margaritas that have a Corona bottle tucked into them.
The cool liquid hits my tongue and makes my taste buds dance. It does nothing for my heated flesh.
“How’s work been?” I ask, clutching onto a safe topic.
“Really good. I have a new client I’ll be working with that might end up being a long term thing. It’s kind of,” she glances around the room before leaning in and lowering her voice, “naughty though.”
“What? Porn?” I whisper back.
“No, boudoir photos. Sexy photos done tastefully in a pin-up style.”
I can’t help but think of her lush body laid out on a bed in white sheets
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