Page 18 of Candid Moments
“Not long,” I admit.
“What time is it?”
I press info on the powered on but muted TV. I’m watching the weather channel for updates on this snowstorm. We are still in the midst of it but the snowfall seems to be decreasing, they are predicting much less today and hopefully no additional snow on Monday. We might be able to fly out Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday. Nothing is concrete yet.
“It’s ten after seven.”
“Are you working out this morning?”
“I hadn’t planned on it. I did a lot of cardio yesterday with you,” I tease as I caress her ass.
“You definitely worked me out in a good way.”
“Are we going down for breakfast?”
“Actually, I think I just want a coffee and that pecan log this morning. Maybe, we can go down later for lunch. I want to look in the little store down there anyway. We need a box of cards or something.”
“I’m cool with that. I think I saw some in there actually.”
She rolls over then props her head up on two of the pillows. Her eyes focus on the television so I unmute it. They are actually showing pictures and videos different viewers have captured and sent in. Apparently, some parts of the city are without electricity. My prayers go out to them in this sixteen-degree weather.
“So we might be able to go home Tuesday? That’s good. I like snow but this is too much. Give me Crescent Falls snow any day.”
“Agreed. Five or six inches is more than enough for me. Some parts here have over a foot of snow. It’s supposed to stop tomorrow.”
“I love being here with you but I miss my bed and my condo.”
“Same. There’s no place like home. Plus, I want to take you out on a real date.”
“Date. Oh, you are a gentleman. I love a man that doesn’t think chilling is a date. I need to be wined and dined,” she says then laughs.
“I most definitely will wine and dine your fine ass,” I assure her. “What’s your favorite spot in the city?”
“One of my favorite spots is the Butterfly Garden. I love it there and the little restaurant inside of the Bella House.”
“I’ve never been there.”
“Never,” she exclaims incredulously. “You have to go.”
“Then that will be our first date.”
I slide out of the bed then head into the bathroom. While inside, I piss, shower, then brush, floss, and gargle. When I emerge from the bathroom, she’s dressed in my sweatshirt and stripping the bed of the linens.
“I called for housekeeping. They are bringing up clean linens and towels in about thirty minutes. I told them we don’t need a full cleaning today. I really don’t like them all up in my stuff so I hope you don’t mind.”
“I’m good with that.”
When she finishes with the bed, she removes my sweatshirt, tosses it at me, then walks into the bathroom. While she’s inside, I get fully dressed then make myself a cup of tea. I’m not really a tea or coffee connoisseur, but this morning I want something hot to drink. I’m drinking it when she walks to the door carrying the towels and linens stuffed in her arms. I raise to assist, but she stops me.
“I got it. They should be here soon. I’m just leaving this here by the door for easy access,” she says.
After dropping the stuff on the floor, she joins me in the kitchen. She washes her hands then starts making her coffee. As it brews, she removes the pecan logs from the fridge and warms both containers in the microwave. When it stops, she grabs packs of plasticware and places those and the rolls on the table.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. What are you drinking?”
“Some tea they had up there. This was the only one. I’m not big on coffee.”
