Page 55 of Still Love You

"Not now. I don't want my dad to hear. He's always sneaking up on me."

"So you'll tell me later?"

"Probably not. I told you, it's embarrassing."

"Sex doesn't embarrass you. It never has."

"It does when it's stuff I haven't done before. I don't even know where I came up with this stuff."

Now I'm even more curious. What the hell were we doing in her dream?

"We shouldn't talk about this." She points to my sandwich. "You better hurry and eat. Your lunch break is half over."

"What is this?" I ask as I unwrap my sandwich.

"Hummus and cucumber. We were low on groceries so I used what we had. With my mom working, she hasn't had time to go to the store. I'd go but I don't have a car. I'm just lucky your mom let me borrow hers again, but she needs it back in an hour."

"Why don't you take my truck? If you ever need it, it's yours. Take it for the whole day. I don't care."

"Then how would you get here?"

"You can drop me off."

"I guess that would work. Then I'd just pick you up at night."

The way she smiled when she said it, I think she's looking forward to this. She keeps finding ways to spend time with me. And now she's having sex dreams about us. I wonder where that will lead. Are we going to be friends with benefits? I wouldn't say no to it but I'd rather have her agree to an actual relationship with me.

"Do you want to take it tomorrow?" I ask.

"Actually, I'm working here tomorrow so could you maybe pick me up?"

"I drive right by your house, Willow. Of course I'll pick you up. You don't want to ride with your dad?"

"No. He leaves too early. Plus I'd rather ride with you."

I smile at her comment. "Are you working a full day?"

"Yeah. I'm picking strawberries. That'll take all day and probably the next day as well."

"How about I bring lunch tomorrow?" I look down at my empty sandwich wrapper. "No offense but your lunches aren't very filling. I'm still starving."

"Sorry. I didn't have time to go to the store."

"It was good. It's just that I eat a lot, and hummus and cucumbers aren't enough." I kiss her. "But thanks for making it for me."

"Do you have something else to eat? What did you bring for lunch?"

"I didn't bring anything. I was going to go out, but then this hot girl stopped by and I couldn't leave."

She smiles as she puts our garbage in the sack. "I brought some kale chips. And my mom's black bean brownies." She holds up a brownie. It looks hard as a rock, burnt on the edges.

"I think I'll pass, but thanks." The wind gusts, blowing my hair on my face. I've always worn my hair long, around chin length, for no other reason than it's what I'm used to. My hippie mom didn't like short hair so she always had it cut this length when I was a kid and I never changed it. "I need to cut my hair."

"Then get a haircut." Willow bites into a kale chip and makes a face. "These are disgusting. I can't believe my mom likes these."

"I don't mean just a trim. I mean, I think I'm going to cut my hair off, short, like other guys."

"Really?" She frowns. "But I love your hair." She turns to face me and runs both her hands through my hair. It feels good. I always loved it when she'd do this when we were dating.

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