Despite him being seventy and a grandfather to about twenty, I can’t help feeling a little jealous.
We watch the first episode until the doorbell rings.
I pay the delivery kid and bring it back to the living room.
She has gone into the kitchen and come back carrying two bottles of Guinness and two paper plates.
“Perfect.” I say as she sits down. Though I mean her, the beer is a good choice too.
We eat our pizza in silence, watching the show. Several episodes later, she stands up, stretching. My shirt rises a few inches and I can see that she doesn’t have any panties on. She must be trying to kill me and test my patience all at once.
When she goes to throw out the garbage in the kitchen, I go and throw on some plaid
pajama bottoms, forgoing a shirt. When I come back into the living room, I hear a slight gasp as she takes in my shirtless state.
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” She asks.
“Soon.” I say laughing.
“That’s not fair.” She says pouting a little.
“Aww, it’s not that hard. It is in English, you just gotta stare it for a while.”
“Come here, so I can stare at it then.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I walk over and lay on the lounge side of the L-shaped couch. She is laying the other way on her stomach. Her tits look obscene, pushed up to her chin like that.
Only an animal would try anything after the night she has had.
She runs her fingers over the Celtic Knot tattoo for what seems like hours.
“Oh my God, Ryder. This says Suzette.” She is crying again, but not overly so.
“It does. I told you I only have tattoos that mean something to me.”
“I mean something to you? When did you get this?”
I grab her hand and bring her palm to my lips and place a light kiss in it.
“Yes, you do. I got this four days after we met. I would have done it sooner, but Brooklynne was booked up.”
“Brooklynne?”
“My tattoo artist. She’s young, but she is so talented.”
“She is. Maybe I should make an appointment with her. I have some ideas.”
“We’ll call her tomorrow.”
“Are we going to have sex now?”
“No, Anamchara. Now isn’t the time. You’ve been through something awful tonight, and I don’t want you to have any regrets when it comes to me.”
“I could never regret you, Ryder.”
“Let’s just go to bed and see what tomorrow brings.” I say. We get up and go into my bedroom.
“This is so your style.” She says giggling.