Picking Peaches (Rosewood)

by Ansley B. Calloway

​Tonight was the night that I decided to finally break my three year long dry spell of not getting laid.

I reached out to grab it, a hand landed right on top of mine. A very large hand I might add. In shock, I snatched my hand away and snapped my head up to glare at the intruder. Physical touch was not something I often enjoyed from people I liked. Much less strangers.

Did he just pet-name me?

“Twenty condoms in two hours, huh? You must have a real fun night planned.” His dimples were showing now as one side of his lips turned up. Freaking dimples.

He smiled and quietly muttered. “Lucky guy.” ​Now he was just trying to fluster me on purpose.

He grabbed my outstretched wrist and pulled me closer. His hand raised to my jaw and his thumb rubbed off left over powdered sugar on my cheekbone. His tongue darted out to lick the sugar off of his thumb before grabbing the napkin and wiping off his hands and mouth.

Ashton kept his eyes on mine and I felt his foot nudge mine under the table. Goosebumps rose on my arms at the subtle contact. When would this man learn that I couldn’t control my reactions around him? I nudged him back and leaned back in my seat.

HEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE

We all sat and ate breakfast together while they made heart eyes at each other.”

HHAHHEHEHEHEHEH LMAOOOO

“You read my stuff?”

Oh, shit. I totally just gave myself away. He noticed my awkward pause. Then a smirk replaced his smile. “Did you look me up?”

HEEHEHHEHE KICKING MY FEET RIGHT NOW

And I wanted her. More than anything. So much so I was willing to wait lifetimes if it meant Georgia Mitchell would be mine and I would be hers.

my two girls

MY TWO GIRLS AHHHHH

I admired them and bit my lip to try and prevent a dumb ass smile from taking over my face again. “No one’s bought me flowers before. And the candles are a nice touch.”

He nodded and stared at me before deciding to pull me into his chest in a hug. “Don’t take too long please.” His voice sounded low and desperate. Ashton Reid was needy in the morning.

“Can I have only one braid please?” ​He laughed under his breath. “Only because you asked nicely.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to play house with me.” ​I didn’t even hesitate to roll my eyes. “I’ll play house with you any time Mrs. Reid.”

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH

He lifted his arm to show me he was holding something in his hand. “My jersey.” ​I looked at his face to try and decipher what the hell he was trying to say. “My jersey. I thought you might want to wear it. You know, to the match.”

AHHHHH

Now I understand why men did this. It was like claiming their territory by literally having their name written on women’s backs.