Looking pleased, my mother stands up and kisses me on the top of the head. “I have a lot of preparing to do. Dinner has to be perfect! These will be the best tacos of your damn life.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as she starts walking down the porch steps. “You just got here.”
“Out to lunch with Dana and then shopping for a nice outfit. It’s been a while and I miss her and your uncle Wes.” She winks. “I have to look good for the first woman that my son has invited to dinner. Love you, baby. Don’t be late.”
I find myself smiling from her excitement and standing up to watch her leave. “Love you too.”
Once I’m alone, I jump in the shower and begin thinking about all the bad shit that can happen at a dinner with my father.
I hate the idea of her meeting him, but my mother deserves more from me. Like she says, he’s been good for months now, so I can only hope that I won’t have a reason to kill him tomorrow.
If he acts up, then Meadow will see a side of me that I’m hoping to never have to show her.
When I’m drying off, my phone vibrates with a message from Meadow. So I drop my towel and reach for it, anxious to see what she has to say.
Meadow: I definitely feel special then. I’d be happy to tell your mother stories of your stalkerish behavior Count me in.
Styx: My mother would be proud that I’ve finally decided to find a beautiful as hell woman to stalk and spend more than one night with.
Meadow: Then she’ll love my stories and how I much I love that you want to spend more than one night with me.
Her text has me thinking, and before I know it, I’m walking around my house in the nude, thinking about how much of an ass I am for not making more time to learn things about her when we’re together.
How the hell am I supposed to give her a good date, when I don’t know the first thing about what she likes. I’d like to pretend that I do, but I don’t.
Styx: It’s occurred to me that I need to learn a lot about you. Hell, I don’t even know your favorite damn color. So I’m going to need you to fill out this quick questionnaire.
Styx: Question #1.
Boyshorts? Bikini? Or thong?
Styx: Actually, scratch that. I already know the answer and it’s hot as fuck.
Styx: Question #1, take 2.
Does size matter? ‘Cause if it does, then I’m good. But does it?
Meadow: LOL. Oh no. I don’t know what’s going on here or if I should be scared, BUT . . . Yes.
Styx: Question #2.
But yes, what? That I’m good? I thought I pointed out that I already knew this.
I smirk as I type out my next question.
Styx: Question #3.
How many times a night do you fantasize about me? Be honest. Even if it is 10 times or more.
Meadow: Oh you’re definitely good. And I’m going to go with at least twelve. And they’re extremely HOT. Next question.
Styx: Question #4.
What’s your favorite color?
Meadow: Turquoise. Did you toss this in there to throw me off?
I stop in front of my dresser and grab some clothes to throw on, unable to hold back the grin. Fuck, I love having fun with her like this.
Styx: Question #5.
A night on the town or relaxing on the couch with a movie? I can only be naked for one. Keep that in mind.
Meadow: Then definitely relaxing on the couch with a movie and then a night out under the stars with YOU. Any woman would be stupid to say otherwise.
Styx: Okay, for real now. Forget about my smartass comments. What do you truly love to do? I want to know.
Meadow: Please tell me we’re not going to go out and sit across the table from each other at a stiff ass restaurant and play 21 questions. What I love is spending time with you and not needing to talk, Styx.
Meadow: I love that all we need when we’re together is to just be close. You’re my relaxation and what I look forward to after a long day or week at work. I don’t feel like words are needed when we’re together.
“Holy shit. How did I get so lucky?”
I pull my jeans up and button them, while reading over her messages for a second time.
She knows just the right words to make me want her even more than I already do and suddenly I’m in an even bigger hurry than before to get to her.
Styx: Fuck. Will you marry me?
I’m not really asking of course, but damn, she’s definitely wife material. I don’t even know how a fucker like me got so damn lucky.
Meadow: Question #6.
I think you forgot that part ;)
Styx: Be ready for me in an hour. I’m coming for you.
Meadow: Oh . . . I’m always ready for you. See you soon.
My front door swings open loud and hard and then I hear the sound of Kash’s annoying voice coming from the other room.
“Come on, dick. Let’s get some food and beers before my shift. My ass is starving.”