Page 46 of Love is Blind
“Something like that.”
“Interesting.”
She has no idea.
I saw a lot of shit during that year. Dug a lot of holes too. But in the end it was all worth it because I got my colors and I wear them proudly.
“Birthplace?”
I narrow my eyes at the question.
“Uh…the hospital.”
“No, I mean are you originally from Knightdale?”
“Raleigh,” I respond. “What about you?”
“Charlotte.” Before she can ask another question, I lift my free hand and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear— I held out as long as I could. “You plan on going back there?”
“God no,” she says and then to my dismay she untangles our fingers. Turning toward the coffee table, she plucks a breadstick from her Domino’s buffet and takes a bite. “But I can’t stay with Emmy forever, so tomorrow I’m dedicating my day to finding a job.”
I study her for a minute, not missing the way her nose scrunches at the mention of getting a job.
“You seem thrilled about that.”
“Well, it’s not an easy task. I’m not qualified for a lot of positions and since we’re being straight with one another, starting over is never fun.”
That’s a fucking fact if I ever heard one.
“No, I don’t suppose it is.”
“That’s why people tend to get stuck in the past. We make the same mistakes over and over because it’s what we’re comfortable with.” She takes another bite of the breadstick. “You sure you don’t want one?”
I shake my head, then quickly realize my mistake.
“No, thanks,” I say, clearing my throat. I stare at her for a beat, wondering if she can sense that I am. “I forget you can’t see me sometimes.” She stops chewing and turns to me. Her eyes don’t meet mine, but that doesn’t stop me from staring at them in wonderment. “Can I ask you something?”
She shrugs her shoulders and says, “After that interrogation it seems only fair.”
“How do you do it? I mean you said you don’t plan on living with Emmy forever, so how do you manage on your own?”
She tosses the half-eaten breadstick onto the coffee table and wipes the crumbs from her hands.
“Trial and error, I suppose. Once I’m used to my surroundings, it’s easier. I don’t rely on my cane so much because I can count my steps and I know the distance between the coffee table and the couch is an arm’s length. Stuff like that. As far as cooking and all that, I don’t do it, but I’m a wiz when it comes to the toaster. I make the best Pop Tarts in all of North Carolina.”
Regret fills me as I recall what happened once I carried her to my room that night. She asked me for her cane and because I was too hellbent on proving to myself I could take care of her I didn’t give it to her. I also didn’t think to show her around or tell her where anything was.
“I should’ve given you a tour of my room that night.”
She smiles softly.
“There really wasn’t much time for that, was there?”
An image of her riding my cock flashes before me and I feel my jeans get tight. Tearing my eyes away from her, I stare blankly across the room.
“No, I guess not.”
She sighs and I turn back to her, watching as she tucks her legs under her ass. My shirt rides up her thighs, and I start thinking about how her legs felt wrapped around my head as I sucked on her clit.
