Birthday Girl

I want a life I never want to take a vacation from. That’s my goal.

“Now I’m simply terrified for every woman I see you with,” I continue, “but also secretly smiling, because I know after they fake how much they love your cock in bed, they’re in the bathroom, fingering themselves to a mental image of any guy in town who’s not you.”

“Getting along okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
I feel him shrug. “She seems nervous around you.”
I chuckle. He could say the same for me if he were looking close enough.
“Well, I can be intimidating,” I joke.
“Yeah, she looked like she wanted to straddle your hard, intimidating cock right there in the bar.”

He moves over and starts unloading the boxes. “Wise choice. Happy wife, happy life, right?”
Happy wife, happy…
I watch him pull out a box and carry it away, the pulse in my neck suddenly throbbing.
He thinks she’s my wife?
A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth, and I’m not exactly sure which emotion is filling my chest right now, but it feels good and there’s a lot of it.

“You both are getting pretty cozy here,” she teases, rinsing off the peeled potatoes and putting them in the pot. “He’s doing yard work. You’re cooking. It’s like you’re a couple.”
“Shut up. I’m young enough to be his daughter.”
“But you’re not his daughter,” s

I’m confused and stressed out and seeking comfort in a guy, because he’s been nice to me a couple times. Jesus.

Mr. Lawson is hot. He’s able, strong-bodied, and I wonder how he feels. What is he like with a woman?

Special, remembered, happy.
He makes me happy.
Happy in a way that my boyfriend should.

“You need some spice in your life,” I jab at him. “You should get a woman.”
“Yeah, and you should get back to your friends now,” he retorts.
I laugh. “Oh, come on.”
“What makes you think I don’t already have a woman, Jordan?”
His voice taunts, and I can feel it all the way down to my toes.
My mouth goes dry. “Do you?” I ask.
I mean, I was just joking. Wouldn’t it be awkward to have two women walking around the house? I already have my chores down, and I do most of the cooking. That butcher block island and I have a relationship now. I might get a little jealous if another woman touches it.
“You haven’t known me long,” he plays. “My needs do have to be taken care of once in a while. I am human, after all.”
My stomach flips, and I shoot my eyebrows up. His needs?
An image of what he looks like when he has to get those needs met flashes through my mind. I push them away.
Umm, yeah. Okay.
All of a sudden, he laughs. “I’m kidding,” he says. “Yes, I do go out from time to time, but I’m not seeing anyone now. You don’t have to worry about running into some woman you don’t know in the house.”
“Or women,” I say. “Right?”
He scoffs, and I can just picture his face. “Do you honestly see me being able to juggle more than one female? Ever?”
“No, you like your me-time.”
“Exactly.”

All of a sudden, I’m twenty again and wondering where Cole’s mother was all night.
But Jordan’s not like that. She’s a good girl.