I ran in two touchdowns, but my dad wasn’t there to see them. He hadn’t been in his spot cheering me on. He hadn’t been at the fence with his big grin when I came running to the sidelines. He hadn’t been there because he’d had a fever and was on so much pain medicine, he wasn’t even lucid.
No, this was different. She’d seemed like she’d wanted to pull his clothes off in the car. Maybe she was just nervous now that they were back at her apartment? He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he’d better take her lead on this.Sure. He sat down on the couch. More of that rosé, maybe?
She laughed and opened the refrigerator.I think you’re making fun of me and my rosé, but I don’t even care, because I love it. As a matter of fact, yes, I do have another bottle of rosé open now—though this time it’s a different one—and I’m going to pour us both glasses of it, take that.She came over to the couch with glasses of wine for each of them. Okay, she sat down right next to him; she was clearly not keeping her distance. He put his arm around her and pulled her close.
I have to confess I have been known to make fun of my sister for her love of this wine, and it kills me that I actually liked the one you gave me last time because now I might have to eat my words to Angie. He took a sip. Actually no, there’s no way I’d do that. But this is terrible—I definitely like this wine.He let his fingers drift into her hair, and she relaxed against him.
Oh no, you’ve discovered a kind of wine that you like, and it happens to be pink wine. What will you ever do with yourself? She swatted his thigh. And then left her hand there. You can’t possibly let a woman know that she was right about wine; that’s impossible.
He shook his head. He finally pulled that ponytail holder out of her hair and let her curls spring free.She had two big grocery bags in her hand and a very tentative smile on her face. He didn’t meet her eyes.
I thought you guys might be hungry, so I brought some enchiladas over.Did she think that’s what he was asking for when he texted her that he wished he’d had some of the enchiladas? Because, wow, that had not been what he meant.
He tried to smile and took the bags from her. Now he had to introduce her to his mother. He hadn’t introduced a woman to his mother since he was in his early twenties.Mama, Tia Eva, this is my friend Nik. She was helping me make enchiladas for Jessie when I got Jessie’s call, so, um . . . He looked down at the bags. I hope you’re as hungry as I am.