She sat securely in his lap her eyes distant as she looked over his shoulder at nothing in particular. This is exactly what he wanted! To be alone with her, finally alone. He fought the urge to strip her then and there as he let his fingers slide down the side of her dark body. She looks down at him her eyes nearly closed her nose wrinkled at the bridge as she smiles at him.
“I love you.” He whispers convincingly as he searches in her eyes
“Hey…” she talks as she pets his head. “And I love you.” He pulls her close to him and leans up and kisses her cheeks in rapid succession. She breaths a giggle. “Oh you.” Her nose wrinkling as she smiles. He adored that smile, her cheeks and the way she laughed.
“Oooh I wish you wouldn’t tease my smile, I don’t like it, it looks like a piggie or something.” She once complained to him when he laughed at her smile. Now as he reached up with his hand he smiled as he gently pinched the top of her nose where it wrinkled.
“Piggie.” He teased.
“Hey now.” She replied trying her hardest to drop her smile and look at him sternly. Her eyes gave her away. He looked at her doubtfully as they stared into each others eyes. The way she tried to hide her smile made him laugh as he pulled her close and playfully bit her cheeks without using his teeth. “ooh.” She finally laughed pulling back and looking into his eyes thoughtfully. “Do you still smoke pot?” she whispered as she interlocked her fingers with his. He tilted his head back laughing. He was not surprised she had asked him that, it was the way she had. In a hushed tone, secretive way as if someone may hear. “That’s what its called right? Sorry I don’t know my drugs.” She shrugges as she looked at their hands.
“No.” he says without hesitation. He quickly wondered if that was a truthfully reply. He had recently learned that lying to women can have unseen consquinces and for now this was one woman he didn’t want to lie to. He looked off in the distance as he hopped she wouldn’t asking him about drinking. She had no reason too, when she last knew him a year ago he didn’t drink.
“Why did you laugh?” she frowned rocking her self on his lap in time with her question. “Isn’t that what its called?” He laughed again. Her naive ness was adorable to him. This woman reminded him of his self before he started to hang out with the wrong crowd. How could someone be so naïve of everyday vices? Maybe that’s why she loved him so much. To her he was something original and mysterious. Not necessarily good or bad, just different, and to a girl that naïve that’s sure to be attractive.
“Nothing, yeah that’s what its called. Weed, pot, cronic, grass, K, good-good, all that kinda stuff.”
“Yeah.” She said slowly. “I never liked that you did any of that.” She raised his hand up with hers. Her eyes matching his dark skin with hers. “I always thought you were better than that.” He kissed her hand and watched her close her eyes
“I know.”
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