mynewplace

"I wanna know you." He said.

"Well. . . You do." I answered. "Name, rank, serial number. You know I write, you know I'm a mom. You know I read, you know my car."

"No, you know that's not what I mean."

"I want to KNOW you."

. . . . .

"I want to know what you smell like without perfume. I want to know the scent of your neck in the morning before you get out of bed."

"I wanna know what your pillow smells like."

"I want to hear the shrillness in your voice when Scarlett starts that pre-teen angsty shit that I hear over the phone. When you normally say 'I've gotta go.' and hang up. I want to send her to her room when she makes you cry in frustration. I want to hold you and taste your makeup in the tear that shines on your cheek. I want you to kiss me when you're angry with her, and take it out on me."

"I want to smell the hot starch of my shirt when you iron it for me, like you used to do for that one guy. I wanna feel your hand smack my thigh when I sit in your spot on the couch, when you make me get up. I love that. And I want the weight of your ass on those thighs when I don't move and pull you onto my lap instead."

"I want to go to the grocery store with you and watch you put things in the buggy. Watch you pick things off the shelves, strictly based on the fact that I like them. I wanna see the confidence in your face as you put beer that you hate in your cart - I wanna see the security in your eyes because you know that I'm gonna be there to drink it."

"I wanna taste you. Every single inch, as deep inside as my tongue can go. And I want to know what you smell like, the day before you ...

I want you to stop avoiding me on those days."

"I wanna answer your phone and tell your mom you're in the shower, while you're lying beside me with your head in my lap. I want to check Scarlett's homework. I want to clean up your car while you finish the dishes, and take you guys to the park. I want to remind you to bring your camera. And I want that last picture you post of yourself to have me in it."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"For now." He said.

I cocked my head.

"So who are you?"