“That’s bullshit. You are lucky we are in your parents’ house, and I don’t want to be interrupted,” I whispered as I bit down on her neck.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know damn well where this relationship is going, and that is my bed.”
She stepped out of my arms and grabbed two sodas from the fridge. She walked to the table and placed one in front of each of our plates. “We’ll see. I don’t want to be one of your one-night stands.”
“Don’t worry, babe. You won’t.” I pulled out her chair, and after she sat, I kissed her head.
“So what do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know. I want to get to know the Texas playboy. Tell me about you.”
“That’s the old me. The new me just came around the moment I crashed into the most mesmerizing woman I have ever seen.” I wanted her to know that, to understand it.
“So tell me about the old you, then.”
“You may not like the old me.”
“Then why are we wasting our time if you won’t let me know you? One week isn’t much time to change.”
“We aren’t wasting our time. I just want to be a different man now that I have met you. If it makes you feel better, I will tell you a little about me.”
“Yes, it would.”
“I grew up in Texas with my brother and my parents. We lived on a ranch, and I was born in the barn.” She started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You were not born in a barn.” She was in disbelief.
“Yes I was, Alexandria. I really was. If you don’t believe me, I can call my mom and you can ask her.” I took out my phone and pulled up my mom’s number; all she had to do was hit the call button.
“No, no. I believe you, but you have to tell me why.”
“Another time. Tell me something about you.”
“That’s not fair. You didn’t really tell me much.” She pouted and that was adorable, so I let her slide.
“I had gone to college and had majored in Business, but I played football for fun.”
“Were you any good?”
“Yeah. I was a really good linebacker until I was injured,” I said, full of pride. I knew it wasn’t going to be my career, but I was good at it, and I loved to play.
She looked worried and saddened.
"Oh my! That must have been awful!" she moaned out with sympathy.
“Sweetheart, it was a long time ago, and I never had any aspirations to be a professional football player." I touched her chin with my finger to close her open mouth. She was too cute, so I stood up and gave her a peck on her lips.
"Delicious," I said as I pulled away.
"Yep, it's the Miracle Whip." She winked at me.
I shook my head. "No, babe, it's you."
"So how did you get hurt?" Uncomfortable again, she turned the subject back to me.
"It was the championship game in upstate New York when the injury happened. I was in the middle of a tackle when I was blindsided by another player, my helmet fell off, and I hit my head on the frozen ground. The injury was the reason I needed to get the surgery done. I was knocked down hard, and it caused me some damage to my corneas. It mostly fixed itself, but I started to notice that I wasn’t able to see up close. I had gotten glasses, and sad to say I refused to wear them because I felt like a freaking nerd."
"That's absurd. You would have been as hot as you are now with them. I am sure you haven’t changed in looks that much in the last ten years."
"Well, I was self-conscious about them."
"Why didn't you get the surgery sooner then, if you didn’t want to wear the glasses?" It was a reasonable question that I normally avoided answering, but with her it was going to be forever, so honesty needed to be a must.
"Same reason as most; I was afraid. There were a lot of risks at the time when I first injured myself. I didn't want to go completely blind just because my vision was fuzzy. Nowadays, the procedure isn’t that risky. I am glad I finally got it done because I get to see that sexy smile you give me when you are nervous."
"Stop it. I’m not that good looking." She blushed again.
"The hell you are not. You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
"Yeah, well, you couldn’t see well for a decade, so that isn’t saying much."
"Sweetheart, I thought you were hot before I couldn't see all the way. Now that I can see you clearly, all I can think about is getting you naked and watching how far that blush goes."
"Are all your thoughts dirty?"
"Not all of them, but since I met you, they have been a lot more and they have gotten dirtier." I smiled suggestively as I raised my brows.