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Keeping my reply to myself.
I wasn’t hungry.
Far from it, in fact.
I’d had a big sub for dinner.
It was just that they were too good to wait.
Or... it was because she had touched them, made them, they had been in her presence.
I wondered if I tried hard, if I could smell the vanilla, cherry, and chocolate that was all uniquely her.
***
My eyes searched the back courtyard over and over again.
Looking for her.
Normally, she would come over here and lay her blanket down, doing nothing more than gazing up at the stars, wondering what lay out there.
I’ve always preferred to be alone.
But yet, sometimes, it was nice to be in another company and not have them running their mouths.
And then... almost as if I had planned it, I saw her walking over to my spot.
I felt something in my chest settle in place.
Then she laid her blanket down beside my chair and lay down, gazing up at the stars.
That was when I cleared my throat and said, “Tell me a weird fact about all that.”
I was staring at the fire when she asked, “Weird fact about what?”
I tilted my head to look at her, then I looked up at the night sky, the stars winking in and out, and then looked back at her, then back to the fire.
She was silent for a moment, and then she said, “For every grain of sand on earth, there are ten thousand stars in the universe.”
I looked up at the night sky, then said, “Makes you feel really fucking small.”
I felt her gaze on me, and when I tilted my head to look at her, those golden tawny flecked colored eyes of hers shone.
Then she winked.
Now... I’ve had a lot of women wink at me.
But none of them caused that particular organ, which was made of four chambers that resided in my chest, to stutter.
Fuck. Me.
‘The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.’ – Nola’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 4
Nola
It was a few days later, and I was at the clubhouse.
