Our mid-afternoon meal was a snuggly affair. We kept it simple with hard tacos and all the fixings, along with soda for me and a beer for him while we listened to ‘80’s rock on his iPod through the speakers. I sat on his lap and we fed each other.
“Who knew you’d be a headbanger?” I asked as I helped him clean up.
“Hidden depths, that’s me.”
“I like it.” I dried a plate and stuck it in the spot he’d pointed out earlier in a cabinet. “Tell you what else I’d like.”
“Aside from me f*****g you so hard you forget your name?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“That, and you reciting some of your poetry.”
He smiled. “How do you know it’s not awful?”
“You got great reviews. It could never be awful.”
“Thanks for that leap of faith. I’ll think about it. Come,” he said, holding out a hand and lea
