After
the death of Chase's father, his Uncle Neil comes home. He's going to
take the place of Dora, Chase's mother. Cliff's place has been taken
by his younger sister, Cynthia. Neil was in love with Cynthia when
they were teenagers. Seeing her again after almost 20 years, he
realizes the old feelings never died. The two of them have just spent
some quality time getting reacquainted.
They
said goodnight. Chase was ready for bed, so Neil took a quick shower
and brushed his teeth. He could smell Cynthia's cologne on his
clothing and it made him want her again. He remembered, with a lurch,
he'd promised to call when he got home. Picking up his phone, he saw
a missed call. It was from Cynthia. She merely said to call as soon
as he got the message. He called back immediately.
“You
must think I'm a real dick,” he said when she picked up.
Cynthia
laughed. “No, but I was worried.”
“I'm
sorry. Chase was up when I got here. Kid needed to talk.”
“He's
going through a lot right now.”
“Yeah.
I know. I hope that I can help.”
“I
don't know about Chase, but you sure helped me.”
“Yeah?”
He couldn't keep the delight from his voice. “You helped me, too,
Cindy Lou.”
“Uhh,
I wish I'd never told you my middle name is Louise.”
“Really?
I'd forgotten that. I just always thought of Cindy Lou Who.”
“Now
I really want to smack you.”
“Promise?
Some gentle abuse, light bondage.... I'm up for it, but are you sure
that's how you roll, babe?”
“You
are semi-impossible, Mr. Braxton.”
“Only
semi? I think I should be offended. Really, the more accurate
assessment is semi-improbable and nearly impossible.”
“Oh,
I apologize for irregular use of adjectives.”
“I
do love you, Cindy Lou.” He paused. “Shit, is it too early in
this budding romance to say I love you?”
“Took
you twenty years to say it. I think it's allowed. Had we just met,
Mr. Braxton, it would be entirely too soon.”
“Yeah,
if we'd just met, I betcha we wouldn't have done what we just did,
either.”
“Safe
bet. But we didn't and Boy DID we!” She giggled light heartedly. “I
think it's semi-improbable that I feel this good.”
“It's
nearly impossible that you feel as good as I do.”
“Superlative
Game, Mr. Braxton? Should I be offended?”
“No
games, Cindy Lou, just the God's honest truth. I feel better than I
can ever remember. See what happens when I get to make love to the
most beautiful woman in Miracle, Mississippi?”
“Not
to mention the entire county.”
“Venture
to say, the state.”
“The
whole Southeast.”
“Babe,
you are the most beautiful girl in the world, to me.”
Her
reply was a sniffle. “I've missed you so much, Neil.”
“I'm
back, Cynthia. I'm not going anywhere.” He yawned, loudly. “Except
to bed. Jeez, is it really almost three? I've been awake nearly
twenty-four hours!”
“Call
me when you wake up.”
“How
about you call me? I don't want to wake you.”
“Shoot
me a text or I will shoot you one. Whichever one of us gets the text
first, calls.”
“Works.
Goodnight, Cindy Lou.”
“Goodnight,
Neilio,” she teased, hanging up quickly.
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2018 Dellani Oakes
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