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Authors: Lexy Timms
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You’re probably the most interesting guy I’ve ever met. Damn sexiest, that’s for sure.”
He opened one eye and glanced at her, obviously enjoying the compliment. “I can say you’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever met. Do you know that the day I first saw you, when I walked into the shop to try for a job, the first thing I saw was you?” He let the sun warm his face behind closed eyes. “You were so little and so cute that I just wanted to pick you up and put you right into my shirt pocket and keep you there forever.”
By his heart. She swallowed hard. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Then you haven’t been hanging out with the right people.”
He was right about that. The sound of the waves grew louder as they grew on the crashing surf coming toward their feet. The tide was coming in. Her belly let out a low rumble and reminded her what time it was. “Are you getting hungry yet?” she asked.
“Starving.” His eyes stayed on hers, and she shivered as she saw his eyes darken with the same desire that was running through her body. She wanted to tell him to make love to her right there in the sand, right there with the water running over and around them.
Instead she said, “I made a muffaletta.” She sat up and dug the food out of the basket. The muffaletta, a large round sourdough loaf that she had hollowed out and filled with a mixture of sliced olives, olive oil, bell pepper, sliced tomato, chopped lettuce, red onion, shredded carrots, as well as thin slices of seitan, had been wrapped tightly so that the juices could all run into the bread and soak it.
She cut it while it was still in the tight plastic wrap and the used the edges to form a kind of container before she set it on one of the paper plates she’d also brought. She dug out the jar of kosher pickles and the bag of chips and two bottles of water as well as two plastic forks. The sandwich could get messy and they both knew it.
The bread was still firm and the vegetables were soft and delicious. The chips crackled in her mouth, imparting more salt to her lips. They finished off the meal with vegan cookies and a glass of wine then, full and sleepy, they set up the umbrella and lay in each other’s arms under the shade of it.
The birds wheeled overhead and they watched a group of kids building a giant sandcastle. Cliff asked, “Do you want kids?”
She hesitated then said, “No, not really. Not right now. Maybe not ever. You?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be pissed off if it happened, but right now I’m just so busy trying to get myself together that I don’t have any energy to try to handle a kid. People are having kids a lot later now anyway, and why not? If I was older I might want them more.”
“Exactly,” she heaved a sigh of relief. “I dated a guy about three years ago who really wanted kids even though we were both so young. I had just gotten out of college and moved here, and when I said I didn’t want them he really blew a gasket.
“People can be so judgmental too. Like when I go home and everyone’s like why haven’t you gotten married? Why aren’t you thinking about kids? It’s like they can’t see me as wanting anything more than that. Not that that isn’t a good thing to want. It’s just not for me, not yet.
“The worst part is when people start tossing their kids at me in an effort to get me to like kids. I do like ‘em, I just don’t want to have to have one of my own yet. I don’t think I’m equipped for it.”
Cliff stared out into the water. “If that’s how you feel, then that’s how you feel. I don’t understand why people do that either. My brother has three kids. He’s only two years older than me, and according to everyone I’m supposed to be jealous of that, but every time I go to his house it’s all screaming and shouting and snotty noses and diapers. No thanks.”
“They think you’ll fall in love with kids if you are just exposed
He opened one eye and glanced at her, obviously enjoying the compliment. “I can say you’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever met. Do you know that the day I first saw you, when I walked into the shop to try for a job, the first thing I saw was you?” He let the sun warm his face behind closed eyes. “You were so little and so cute that I just wanted to pick you up and put you right into my shirt pocket and keep you there forever.”
By his heart. She swallowed hard. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Then you haven’t been hanging out with the right people.”
He was right about that. The sound of the waves grew louder as they grew on the crashing surf coming toward their feet. The tide was coming in. Her belly let out a low rumble and reminded her what time it was. “Are you getting hungry yet?” she asked.
“Starving.” His eyes stayed on hers, and she shivered as she saw his eyes darken with the same desire that was running through her body. She wanted to tell him to make love to her right there in the sand, right there with the water running over and around them.
Instead she said, “I made a muffaletta.” She sat up and dug the food out of the basket. The muffaletta, a large round sourdough loaf that she had hollowed out and filled with a mixture of sliced olives, olive oil, bell pepper, sliced tomato, chopped lettuce, red onion, shredded carrots, as well as thin slices of seitan, had been wrapped tightly so that the juices could all run into the bread and soak it.
She cut it while it was still in the tight plastic wrap and the used the edges to form a kind of container before she set it on one of the paper plates she’d also brought. She dug out the jar of kosher pickles and the bag of chips and two bottles of water as well as two plastic forks. The sandwich could get messy and they both knew it.
The bread was still firm and the vegetables were soft and delicious. The chips crackled in her mouth, imparting more salt to her lips. They finished off the meal with vegan cookies and a glass of wine then, full and sleepy, they set up the umbrella and lay in each other’s arms under the shade of it.
The birds wheeled overhead and they watched a group of kids building a giant sandcastle. Cliff asked, “Do you want kids?”
She hesitated then said, “No, not really. Not right now. Maybe not ever. You?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be pissed off if it happened, but right now I’m just so busy trying to get myself together that I don’t have any energy to try to handle a kid. People are having kids a lot later now anyway, and why not? If I was older I might want them more.”
“Exactly,” she heaved a sigh of relief. “I dated a guy about three years ago who really wanted kids even though we were both so young. I had just gotten out of college and moved here, and when I said I didn’t want them he really blew a gasket.
“People can be so judgmental too. Like when I go home and everyone’s like why haven’t you gotten married? Why aren’t you thinking about kids? It’s like they can’t see me as wanting anything more than that. Not that that isn’t a good thing to want. It’s just not for me, not yet.
“The worst part is when people start tossing their kids at me in an effort to get me to like kids. I do like ‘em, I just don’t want to have to have one of my own yet. I don’t think I’m equipped for it.”
Cliff stared out into the water. “If that’s how you feel, then that’s how you feel. I don’t understand why people do that either. My brother has three kids. He’s only two years older than me, and according to everyone I’m supposed to be jealous of that, but every time I go to his house it’s all screaming and shouting and snotty noses and diapers. No thanks.”
“They think you’ll fall in love with kids if you are just exposed
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