Snippet Sunday May 31, 2015
“What are you doing?”
“Sitting with you.” He picked up his menu and smiled when he spotted her glare from the corner of his eye.
“There is a bench on the other side.”
She sighed and pulled out her phone. He glanced over and saw twenty-six text messages. She scrolled through so fast he assumed they were all from the same person. She dropped her phone back in her purse, picked up her menu, and ignored him.
“Is the fiancé harassing you?”
“It’s not the EX-fiancé.”
“It’s someone that bothers you.”
She sighed and rested her head in her hands, “It’s my mother.”
“Is she okay?” He set aside the menu and turned to her instead.
“If you call being a controlling pain in the ass okay, then she’s tip top shape.”
“Ouch! Is she mad about the wedding?” He reached out and wrapped his fingers in a lock of her hair letting the waves slide over his hand.
“Mad, disappointed, and on the ex-fiancé’s side.”
His hand stilled, “Seriously?”
She turned to him looking weary and disappointed, “My mother thinks I should have overlooked what he did. She kept throwing out excuses about how men have needs, how lucky I am he doesn’t look to me to satisfy his more erotic needs and my personal favorite that wives have to make sacrifices sometimes to land such high profile men. She made me sound like the unreasonable one because I expected the man I was marrying to be faithful.”
“What was your response?”
“I’ve told her repeatedly I’m not going back to him, but she keeps viewing me as a child having a tantrum instead of a woman who knows she deserves better.”
The waitress came over and took their orders. After their iced tea arrived Everett picked up where they left off.
“Real men don’t cheat Corrine. At all. You did the right thing, no matter what your mother thinks.”
“I should have known I wouldn’t be enough for him. It was silly to think so. He’s dated a small army of women and—“ Her lips snapped shut.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does.”
“I don’t have much experience okay. Happy now? I couldn’t hold onto my fiancé because I don’t know how to do all the things he apparently likes.”
So many thoughts crowded his brain it was a wonder he didn’t short circuit. “First of all, this isn’t your fault. No matter how inexperienced you are.”
“Second, you’re supposed to learn those things. It’s not like we turn into adults and know what he like. What feels good.” This discussion was doing nothing for the growing problem in his pants.
“Third, being horny isn’t a reason to cheat. Ever!” Her eyes went wide at the word “horny” making him smile. He didn’t want to know but had to ask, “Did you and your ex have an active sex life?” Just the thought of another man touching was enough to have him tensing up as he waited for her answer.
She shook her head. “No.”
“If not active, how often?”
“We didn’t,” she whispered.
“Not even once?”
“Jesus! I said no. We NEVER had sex!”
Everett glanced around and saw a few raised eyebrows looking their way.
Corrine covered her reddening face with her hands. “Oh God! I did it again. This is your fault! First the plane and now here.”
Laughing he pulled her hands away from her face, “Hey, don’t hide. Not from me.” He kissed the knuckles on both hands, “Why didn’t you have sex with your ex?”
She sighed and closed her eyes, “He said it would be more romantic to wait. That I deserved the perfect wedding night.”
He put his arm around her pulling her to him and kissed the top of her head. “The problem was his Corrine and his alone. He was right about one thing, you deserve the perfect wedding night.”
She looked up into his eyes. Her own gold-flecked olive eyes glassy. “You’re making me crazy,” she whispered staring at his mouth.
“Same goes Corrine Anderson. Same goes.”
(Please excuse any typos…this is the very first draft and I’m posting from my reunion weekend so I’ve had less time to look it over. Enjoy!)