Page 15 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
“I want you to win me a big stuffy,” she answered, batting her long lashes at me.
“One giant stuffy coming up.” I grabbed her hand and led her over to the shooting gallery station.
“Evening, y’all. How many games are you paying for?” the station handler asked.
“Only one,” I responded confidently. I looked at Hevyn and smirked.
She wore a skeptical look. “Are you sure? These games can be kinda tricky.”
“No doubt. I’m surgical with a weapon.” I handed the station handler my money.
He reset the game and gave me a nod to go ahead. I picked up the toy rifle and aimed it at the moving targets. There were four rows I had to knock down. I closed one eye, exhaled, and popped every moving target that moved.
Hevyn squealed with joy next to me. She was so happy. I lowered the gun and looked at her.
“Told you I was surgical, butterfly.” I kissed her nose. “Let him know which stuffy you want.”
She turned away from me and looked at the station handler.
“I want the big brown bear in the corner.” Hevyn excitedly pointed at her prize.
He grabbed her bear and handed it to her. “Here you go, little lady.”
She grabbed her bear and looked at me. “Thank you, Cache. You really made my night.”
I blushed. This woman had my grown ass out here blushing. What the fuck? I was too much of a real nigga to be blushing, but Hevyn was a different breed.
“You’re welcome, butterfly. I’m famished now. You want to eat carnival food or go out to dinner?”
“Carnival food, love. It’s so yummy.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Hevyn and I walked around and waited in lines. We grabbed a variety of hot foods and desserts then found us some seats. She fed me some of her cheesy and spicy Korean corndog, and I fed her my saucy wings.
“What’s your favorite meal, or a meal you can eat often?” she inquired.
“Honestly, I love a steak. Not just any steak, but a steak that’s medium well, well-seasoned, buttered, and super fuckin’ tender. I can have steak by itself, but if I add sides to it, then I’ll have German potatoes and sautéed asparagus with parmesan cheese. What about you?”
“Soul food. I’m from the South, so southern cuisine will always be my go to.”
I smirked. “That’s what’s up. Soul food is definitely a fan favorite of mine. Can you cook?”
Hevyn wiped her mouth and nodded. “Oh yes. When I first moved here, I could do a little something, but Auntie Vivian changed that right around. She made sure all her girls knew how to cook.”
“I love that. It’s good that you have a family that helped you pick up the pieces after tragedy struck. I would’ve liked that, but it wasn’t in the cards for me. How’s your food and drink?”
“My family is yours, Cache. They’ve known you since you were a boy. My uncle may want to overprotect his girls, but he doesn’t hate you. I know you can feel that because I can too. In response to your question, my food and mango lemonade is so good,” Hevyn confessed. “How’s yours?”
I kissed her lips once more. “Thank you for your kindness, butterfly. I can feel that he cares about me, but his loyalty is toyou all first. My wings and mixed berry lemonade is good too. I’m a lemonade connoisseur. It’s my favorite nonalcoholic drink next to water.”
Hevyn snickered. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a fruity drink person because of your no-nonsense demeanor, but I love the layers you slowly peel back for me.”
“I’m glad you appreciate it. Just like I’m glad you’re here with me tonight. You could’ve been anywhere you wanted to, but you chose to be in this moment with me. Plus, I haven’t been here since I was a kid. I used to come with my mom all the time. You made me feel closer to the home I had with her since her passing. Thank you, butterfly.”
She wiped her hands and mouth then wiped my mouth. We shared another sweet kiss and parted.
“Cache, you are deserving of a fulfilling, unconditional, and healthy love just like me. Don’t ever forget it.”
