Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

been really stunned by his question because I found myself responding before I even thought about it. "She thought she was going to have a baby girl because she craved cucumbers and seafood during her second trimester. Apparently those are girl foods. Anyway, when she was wrong and had me, she didn't want to have to think of a boy name so went with what she planned to name a girl."
    "But you said her name was Whitney?"
    "Yeah, she says she knew she'd be the coolest mom ever and that her and her kid would be best friends, so she wanted to have the same name. Apparently, having the same name increases the mother and child's ability to bond." I wasn't embarrassed by my name, I just preferred Whit. That way if I was hanging out with my mom, I wouldn't get confused which one of us people were talking about.
    "Is she a cool mom?"
    "The coolest," I responded. After a few minutes with Zack not saying anything, I found myself spilling more words without thinking. "You know I only got in the car because you were holding my bag hostage." And because you're so fucking hot, I want to lean over and wrap my lips around your cock until you shoot down my throat. Yeah, I wanted my dessert before dinner, and right fucking then would have been preferred. Luckily, I didn't say that part out loud.
    "That doesn't sound very romantic, now does it?" he asked, glancing my way for a second before looking back at the road. "Look at it this way: I was being a gentleman; I carried your books for you, offered you a ride, and now I'm taking you out to dinner. Dare I say it sounds almost like I'm trying to woo you?" He finished by turning his head and giving me a quick wink.
    If I thought he was serious, I would have told him to consider me wooed before I started pulling down his zipper using my teeth. But since he said he wanted to talk strategy, I was pretty sure he was just yanking my chain. If he was serious, he would have made a move by now, right? But I was seriously into him and I hadn't made a move. Maybe he was just really horny and didn't want to waste time finding a hook-up. That brought some dirty thoughts to mind.
    I must have been really into my fantasy world, because before I knew it, I was following Zack into a twenty-four hour diner I'd never been to before. We were seated quickly in a booth along the wall. It looked like a typical diner, a little worn but cozy. At first, I thought if he was trying to woo me, he wasn't trying very hard, but then I considered where we just came from and what we were wearing, and the place seemed perfect.
    Shortly after being seated, a young server brought menus and water, and introduced herself as Lindsey. After taking our drink order, she left us with time to look at the menu. I got a mint chip milkshake—my favorite—so that way if I didn't get sex with Zack later, at least the night wouldn't be completely unsatisfying. Yes, I loved mint chip shakes that much. Zack got an iced tea, no lemon; it seemed like a boring drink to me.
    We hadn't spoken since the car ride here. It was okay not talking in the car because I was daydreaming, and right now I was hiding behind my menu. But that only lasted a few minutes, up until Lindsey came back with the drinks and to take our orders. I ordered two cheesy baked potatoes. I wasn't that hungry and I loved potatoes and cheese, my two favorite foods which together were heavenly. Zack ordered a heart attack on a platter. Then Lindsey left, taking my menu shield with her.
    Zack sat there silently looking at me. I was used to this; my therapist often played the same game. I think she called it "stare at the nut until he cracks and starts spilling his guts." I always lost at this game so I knew I'd have to speak first. I went with the only thing I could think of. "Why did you join our RPG group?" I sounded harsh even to my own ears, like he'd done something wrong and I was interrogating him. "That came out wrong. What I meant was what made you want to start role playing?" That sounded much better.
    "Well it's kind of a long story, but a few weeks before I joined the group, I broke up with my boyfriend. And I kind of spent those three weeks bitching to my friend Chandra non-stop about how I always date idiot losers. She tried to tell me it's because I always went for the same type of guy who I'd meet at a club or party. I told her she was wrong and I just had bad luck with men." He paused to take a sip of his tea. I was trying to suck my thick shake through the