already knew that.”
She laughed. “You can’t miss it.”
We left the building then walked back the way
we came. I kept my arm around her so she wouldn’t be cold.
Normally, guys would stare at a woman like her walking down the
street, but with me by her side, they didn’t even look.
They would be stupid to.
“You’re warm.”
“I’m always warm. That’s why I hate
summer.”
“Well, everyone hates summer in New York.
It’s pretty humid.”
“I’ve always wanted to move to Alaska…”
“Are you serious?”
“Partially. I really like it there.”
“But…isn’t it cold all the time?”
“And beautiful,” I said. “I was stationed
there for a few months. It’s quiet. I liked it.”
“Did you see a lot of wildlife?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Polar bears,
narwhals, you name it.”
“Cool,” she said.
“When I retire, I want to get a place
somewhere up in the mountains.”
“Sounds lonely.”
“Friends will visit. I love the city but the
peace and quiet is what I really crave.”
She kept walking beside me.
“You’ll visit me, right?”
“Am I invited?” She smiled like she was
amused.
“Yeah, I’ll teach you how to fly fish.”
“I doubt you could teach me anything,” she
said with a laugh. “I’m not that coordinated.”
“Give yourself some credit. You learned to
strip, didn’t you?”
Offense moved into her eyes.
“I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” I said
quickly. “Dancing on a pole and spinning around and shit looks
hard. You didn’t learn that in a day.”
“My arms were so toned…”
“I bet they were. So, let me teach you to fly
fish.”
“I’ll think about it…”
We reached my building then walked back into
my apartment.
“You can have the bed.”
“Is it clean?” she asked.
“Clean enough for me.” What kind of
question was that?
“I’ll stick with the couch…”
“Honestly, that’s probably more dirty.” I
gave her a knowing look.
“Okay…the bed it is.”
I chuckled. “I just washed the sheets
yesterday and I haven’t had time to get them dirty so you should be
fine.”
“I feel bad making you sleep on the
couch.”
“Don’t,” I said. “I’m used to sleeping on a
tiny bunk in a room with a hundred other dudes. I can handle it for
a night. Besides, if I shared the bed with you, you’d be all over
me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I would not.”
“As soon as the shirt comes off, you’ll be
pining for me. It always happens that way.”
“Are you really that cocky or do you just act
that way?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” I gave
her a quick smolder before I walked into the bedroom and grabbed a
pillow and tossed it on the couch.
“What about a blanket?”
“I don’t need a blanket. I usually sleep in
the nude.”
“TMI…”
“Like you don’t want to see my dick
piercing.”
She grabbed the pillow and swatted me in the
face with it. “Get a grip, man.”
“What?” I asked with a laugh. I snatched the
pillow from her then hit her back gently. “You want to fight? I
promise you’ll lose.”
She stood absolutely still with a look on her
face that said, “A pillow fight is the stupidest thing in the
world.” Then she quickly dashed into the bedroom as fast as she
could.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I followed after her
with my pillow in hand.
She snatched the other pillow off my bed and
swung at me, hitting me right in the face. Getting hit by a pillow
isn’t as soft as you might think. With enough power and strength,
it could be uncomfortable.
“You little—”
“Little what?” She smacked me again in the
shoulder.
I aimed the pillow at her thigh and hit her
gently but with enough force that it wasn’t totally pathetic. “You
talk a lot of shit, you know that?”
“Is that all you can do?” She hit me hard in
the stomach.
“Whoa…don’t go any lower, sweetheart.”
She hit me again in the face. “Fine. I’ll go
higher.”
I growled.
She laughed. “You can’t miss it.”
We left the building then walked back the way
we came. I kept my arm around her so she wouldn’t be cold.
Normally, guys would stare at a woman like her walking down the
street, but with me by her side, they didn’t even look.
They would be stupid to.
“You’re warm.”
“I’m always warm. That’s why I hate
summer.”
“Well, everyone hates summer in New York.
It’s pretty humid.”
“I’ve always wanted to move to Alaska…”
“Are you serious?”
“Partially. I really like it there.”
“But…isn’t it cold all the time?”
“And beautiful,” I said. “I was stationed
there for a few months. It’s quiet. I liked it.”
“Did you see a lot of wildlife?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. Polar bears,
narwhals, you name it.”
“Cool,” she said.
“When I retire, I want to get a place
somewhere up in the mountains.”
“Sounds lonely.”
“Friends will visit. I love the city but the
peace and quiet is what I really crave.”
She kept walking beside me.
“You’ll visit me, right?”
“Am I invited?” She smiled like she was
amused.
“Yeah, I’ll teach you how to fly fish.”
“I doubt you could teach me anything,” she
said with a laugh. “I’m not that coordinated.”
“Give yourself some credit. You learned to
strip, didn’t you?”
Offense moved into her eyes.
“I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” I said
quickly. “Dancing on a pole and spinning around and shit looks
hard. You didn’t learn that in a day.”
“My arms were so toned…”
“I bet they were. So, let me teach you to fly
fish.”
“I’ll think about it…”
We reached my building then walked back into
my apartment.
“You can have the bed.”
“Is it clean?” she asked.
“Clean enough for me.” What kind of
question was that?
“I’ll stick with the couch…”
“Honestly, that’s probably more dirty.” I
gave her a knowing look.
“Okay…the bed it is.”
I chuckled. “I just washed the sheets
yesterday and I haven’t had time to get them dirty so you should be
fine.”
“I feel bad making you sleep on the
couch.”
“Don’t,” I said. “I’m used to sleeping on a
tiny bunk in a room with a hundred other dudes. I can handle it for
a night. Besides, if I shared the bed with you, you’d be all over
me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I would not.”
“As soon as the shirt comes off, you’ll be
pining for me. It always happens that way.”
“Are you really that cocky or do you just act
that way?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” I gave
her a quick smolder before I walked into the bedroom and grabbed a
pillow and tossed it on the couch.
“What about a blanket?”
“I don’t need a blanket. I usually sleep in
the nude.”
“TMI…”
“Like you don’t want to see my dick
piercing.”
She grabbed the pillow and swatted me in the
face with it. “Get a grip, man.”
“What?” I asked with a laugh. I snatched the
pillow from her then hit her back gently. “You want to fight? I
promise you’ll lose.”
She stood absolutely still with a look on her
face that said, “A pillow fight is the stupidest thing in the
world.” Then she quickly dashed into the bedroom as fast as she
could.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I followed after her
with my pillow in hand.
She snatched the other pillow off my bed and
swung at me, hitting me right in the face. Getting hit by a pillow
isn’t as soft as you might think. With enough power and strength,
it could be uncomfortable.
“You little—”
“Little what?” She smacked me again in the
shoulder.
I aimed the pillow at her thigh and hit her
gently but with enough force that it wasn’t totally pathetic. “You
talk a lot of shit, you know that?”
“Is that all you can do?” She hit me hard in
the stomach.
“Whoa…don’t go any lower, sweetheart.”
She hit me again in the face. “Fine. I’ll go
higher.”
I growled.
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