I Can Taste Him On Your Lips
2
It wasn’t until about a week and a half later that he and I actually met, on a sunny Friday that I would always remember. I had been invited to come over the day before to help Isobel cook, and so dressed in only a pair of denim cut off shorts and a slightly too big tank top I made my way across the grass.
I knocked on the door, only to find myself face to face with a shirtless man dressed only in low hanging basket ball shorts, making me draw in a sharp breath. His caramel colored hair was messy and stuck out in various directions as if had just woken up.
“Can I help you?” He asked me, voice rough and a bit scratchy from sleep.
“Is Isobel home?” I asked nervously, looking anywhere but his exposed skin.
“Yeah…MA!” he called out making me jump slightly. “There’s a gorgeous girl at the door for you!”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his compliment and with a smirk he walked away. His spot was soon filled by Isobel who pulled me into the house, closing the door behind us.
“I see you met Alex, who should be at his own house and not here.” She commented in a pointed tone making the retreating man laugh.
“I love you too mom.”
“He’s 23 and he still comes home every chance he gets to eat all the food and take showers forfree.” She said shaking her head as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. “It’s like he’s in high school again but it’s not as loud.”
“I can change that if you want!” Alex yelled from the room he had gone into.
She just shook her head and motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen where thing had already been started to make cookies.
“So how long is Alex staying here with you?” I asked as I was directed to stir a bowl full of sticky batter.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea.” She replied laughing.
As we continued to work, a voice floated into the room like steam from under the bathroom door.
“Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me).”
The voice behind the words made a shiver run down my spine and goose bumps cover my flesh.
“So how’s Jason been?” Isobel asked pulling my attention away from her son’s singing.
“He’s good.” I replied smiling as I thought of my husband. “He got sent away on a trip for work this weekend though. He won’t be back until Sunday night.”
“Even more of a reason for me to make you stay for dinner again.”
“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I have no say in the matter.”
~~
“Alex for the love of god put a shirt on.” Peter said slapping his son roughly on his bare back.
“Oww.” Alex whined in return, pouting at his father like a small child. “421 Kids!”
“You only have the mentality of a kid dear.” Isobel said shaking her head at him.
I smiled at the family banter as we all sat out on the back porch in the dim sunset light, each with our own glass of wine.
“Jack won’t like it that we’re having wine without him.” Alex said in an offhand way making his mother laugh.
“Jack is his best friend and fellow pain in our ass.” Peter informed me which got a, ”Hey!” in response from Alex.
I knocked on the door, only to find myself face to face with a shirtless man dressed only in low hanging basket ball shorts, making me draw in a sharp breath. His caramel colored hair was messy and stuck out in various directions as if had just woken up.
“Can I help you?” He asked me, voice rough and a bit scratchy from sleep.
“Is Isobel home?” I asked nervously, looking anywhere but his exposed skin.
“Yeah…MA!” he called out making me jump slightly. “There’s a gorgeous girl at the door for you!”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his compliment and with a smirk he walked away. His spot was soon filled by Isobel who pulled me into the house, closing the door behind us.
“I see you met Alex, who should be at his own house and not here.” She commented in a pointed tone making the retreating man laugh.
“I love you too mom.”
“He’s 23 and he still comes home every chance he gets to eat all the food and take showers forfree.” She said shaking her head as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. “It’s like he’s in high school again but it’s not as loud.”
“I can change that if you want!” Alex yelled from the room he had gone into.
She just shook her head and motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen where thing had already been started to make cookies.
“So how long is Alex staying here with you?” I asked as I was directed to stir a bowl full of sticky batter.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea.” She replied laughing.
As we continued to work, a voice floated into the room like steam from under the bathroom door.
“Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me).”
The voice behind the words made a shiver run down my spine and goose bumps cover my flesh.
“So how’s Jason been?” Isobel asked pulling my attention away from her son’s singing.
“He’s good.” I replied smiling as I thought of my husband. “He got sent away on a trip for work this weekend though. He won’t be back until Sunday night.”
“Even more of a reason for me to make you stay for dinner again.”
“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I have no say in the matter.”
~~
“Alex for the love of god put a shirt on.” Peter said slapping his son roughly on his bare back.
“Oww.” Alex whined in return, pouting at his father like a small child. “421 Kids!”
“You only have the mentality of a kid dear.” Isobel said shaking her head at him.
I smiled at the family banter as we all sat out on the back porch in the dim sunset light, each with our own glass of wine.
“Jack won’t like it that we’re having wine without him.” Alex said in an offhand way making his mother laugh.
“Jack is his best friend and fellow pain in our ass.” Peter informed me which got a, ”Hey!” in response from Alex.
Notes
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4/10/13