Page 26 of Loving a Libra
“You think I’m drunk?”
“I do.”
“Will you take advantage of me?”
He laughed. “Is it really taking advantage if you’re asking me to do it?”
“Hmm. I guess not.”
Neither of us spoke for a minute or two. For some reason, I began to reflect on the past five years. Suddenly, I became angry that I’d spent so much time in a relationship that was going nowhere.”
“I wish I’d met you first,” I blurted out.
“Why?”
“Because we’d already be married and have at least two kids.”
“You think so?”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t know. Five years ago, I wasn’t the man I am today. It doesn’t mean we couldn’t have met and hit it off, but my mindset hadn’t completely changed yet, and it could’ve been a disaster.”
“I don’t even see how that’s possible. I can’t imagine us not hitting it off.”
“I strongly believe things happen when they’re supposed to happen. Maybe we both had some growing to do, and God didn’t want us to connect the way we have until now.”
I opened my eyes and turned my head in his direction.
“You’re probably right.”
Just as I started to doze, Tariq spoke again.
“Are you still awake?”
“Barely. What’s up?”
“What are you doing Sunday afternoon?”
“No plans as of now.”
“My mother wants you to come to Sunday dinner.”
For the first time since I sat in the passenger seat of his car, I lifted my head.
“Say what now?”
“Ma wants you at Sunday dinner.”
“Hold on. You talked to your mother about us?”
“Actually, I talked to both my parents.”
“Ugh. How embarrassing. I can only imagine what they think of me.”
“It’s not even like that. My parents have this weird connection with me. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m an only child, but there hasn’t been a time in my life when they didn’t know something was up with me before I had a chance to tell them.”
“What do you mean?”
