to open the door without a
beaming smile on my face. My senses were already on overload with
her on the other side of it. What would happen when we were
constantly in such close proximity?
The door creaked as it opened. It was a
small cottage of a place. I’d never meant for it to house more than
just me. But it was only for one more day until we headed to
Tibet.
“Hey.” She shielded her eyes against the
light pouring from the tiny abode.
“Come in,” I bid her. She carried only a
small bag, but somehow I knew that small, almost weightless bag
carried a mall’s worth of clothes, even though we could flash into
any store, anytime of the night, and get whatever she needed. I
knew for a fact that she went into H&M, her favorite store, and
got what she wanted in the night, grabbed the surveillance videos,
and then left a wad of cash on the counter as she left.
Colby shivered as she stepped into the
cottage and looked around.
“It’s so cute—like a Hobbit house.”
I chuckled and took the bag from her. I was
right. Her bag was light as could be. She flounced onto the
loveseat and picked up my notebook where I’d been taking notes.
Without a second thought, she plucked her sandals off one by one,
bent her legs under herself, and settled into the couch as she
read.
Who did she think she was kidding? Nothing
had changed between us but a shallow relationship status. Colby was
just as comfortable around me as she always had been—as she always
would be.
“Can I make you some tea?” I offered. She
thought about it for a second, and then opened her mouth to say
something, but must have decided, last minute, to squelch whatever
it was.
“Just say it,” I said.
“I was going to ask you to get me something
else, but I don’t know what we are anymore. I don’t know what you
are to me. I don’t have the right to ask.”
“I’m a man the last time I checked,” I
provided, patting my clothes in the obvious region proving my male
status.
She snickered. “Shut up. You know what I
mean.”
“I think I know what you want.”
I flashed to the back of a gas station in
Southern Mississippi where I knew they had exactly what she craved.
Going inside, I spotted the machine and chuckled at my love’s love
of such a kiddie thing.
I paid for two, since I knew one would never
suffice and flashed back to the cottage, holding on tight to the
priceless treasure.
She looked up at me, desperate not to smile.
“What flavor?”
“I got one cotton candy and one strawberry.
I knew you couldn’t just have one.” I bent down to give it to her
unable to resist jabbing her one more time. Hovering just over her
shoulder, I whispered into her ear, “I know all the things you are
insatiable for.”
She shivered again, the second in such a
short period of time, and looked up at me with those almost golden
light brown eyes. I backed off and offered her both of the
drinks.
“What did you do, memorize all the gas
stations that sell Slush Puppies?”
I shrugged. I never had been good at
pretending not to hang on every breath she took.
“Yeah, so?”
She answered my shrug with one of her own
and went back to reading my notes. By the time the night was over,
she’d given herself half a dozen brain freezes. It never failed. No
matter how many she got, as soon as they receded, she’d down enough
to give her another one.
She had a seriously unhealthy relationship
with brain freezes.
The digital records glowing on the computer
screen grabbed my attention and kept me reading until I could see
the sun rising outside of the windows. I hadn’t even realized it
was so late or early. Colby was long gone, asleep on the couch,
still clutching one of the empty Slush Puppies in one hand and my
notebook in the other. Her lips were tinted red like a child who’d
been keeping a cherry Popsicle company. They were slightly open
while she slept. Her eyes flittered behind closed eyelids. Knowing
Colby, she probably flashed in her dreams and
beaming smile on my face. My senses were already on overload with
her on the other side of it. What would happen when we were
constantly in such close proximity?
The door creaked as it opened. It was a
small cottage of a place. I’d never meant for it to house more than
just me. But it was only for one more day until we headed to
Tibet.
“Hey.” She shielded her eyes against the
light pouring from the tiny abode.
“Come in,” I bid her. She carried only a
small bag, but somehow I knew that small, almost weightless bag
carried a mall’s worth of clothes, even though we could flash into
any store, anytime of the night, and get whatever she needed. I
knew for a fact that she went into H&M, her favorite store, and
got what she wanted in the night, grabbed the surveillance videos,
and then left a wad of cash on the counter as she left.
Colby shivered as she stepped into the
cottage and looked around.
“It’s so cute—like a Hobbit house.”
I chuckled and took the bag from her. I was
right. Her bag was light as could be. She flounced onto the
loveseat and picked up my notebook where I’d been taking notes.
Without a second thought, she plucked her sandals off one by one,
bent her legs under herself, and settled into the couch as she
read.
Who did she think she was kidding? Nothing
had changed between us but a shallow relationship status. Colby was
just as comfortable around me as she always had been—as she always
would be.
“Can I make you some tea?” I offered. She
thought about it for a second, and then opened her mouth to say
something, but must have decided, last minute, to squelch whatever
it was.
“Just say it,” I said.
“I was going to ask you to get me something
else, but I don’t know what we are anymore. I don’t know what you
are to me. I don’t have the right to ask.”
“I’m a man the last time I checked,” I
provided, patting my clothes in the obvious region proving my male
status.
She snickered. “Shut up. You know what I
mean.”
“I think I know what you want.”
I flashed to the back of a gas station in
Southern Mississippi where I knew they had exactly what she craved.
Going inside, I spotted the machine and chuckled at my love’s love
of such a kiddie thing.
I paid for two, since I knew one would never
suffice and flashed back to the cottage, holding on tight to the
priceless treasure.
She looked up at me, desperate not to smile.
“What flavor?”
“I got one cotton candy and one strawberry.
I knew you couldn’t just have one.” I bent down to give it to her
unable to resist jabbing her one more time. Hovering just over her
shoulder, I whispered into her ear, “I know all the things you are
insatiable for.”
She shivered again, the second in such a
short period of time, and looked up at me with those almost golden
light brown eyes. I backed off and offered her both of the
drinks.
“What did you do, memorize all the gas
stations that sell Slush Puppies?”
I shrugged. I never had been good at
pretending not to hang on every breath she took.
“Yeah, so?”
She answered my shrug with one of her own
and went back to reading my notes. By the time the night was over,
she’d given herself half a dozen brain freezes. It never failed. No
matter how many she got, as soon as they receded, she’d down enough
to give her another one.
She had a seriously unhealthy relationship
with brain freezes.
The digital records glowing on the computer
screen grabbed my attention and kept me reading until I could see
the sun rising outside of the windows. I hadn’t even realized it
was so late or early. Colby was long gone, asleep on the couch,
still clutching one of the empty Slush Puppies in one hand and my
notebook in the other. Her lips were tinted red like a child who’d
been keeping a cherry Popsicle company. They were slightly open
while she slept. Her eyes flittered behind closed eyelids. Knowing
Colby, she probably flashed in her dreams and
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