A Gift

Damion

I was going to be taking a very cold shower. Together, we walked inside. I left her in the living room before heading for the shower. I was thrilled she had stopped by and invited us to hang out. I wasn’t sure where we stood and was almost afraid to ask her to dinner or over to hang out. I didn’t want to risk her fleeing the state again.

I quickly showered, rinsing away the sweat and dirt before dressing in a pair of casual khakis and a clean black tee. When I walked into the living room, she was staring at the picture of me and my grandfather from graduation. Oliver had insisted we keep it in the living room.

“I’m ready.”

“You haven’t aged all that much,” she commented.

I laughed. “Besides the salt and pepper thing I’ve got going on?”

She grinned. “It’s dashing. It makes you look wise and debonair.”

“You mean old. It makes me look old.”

Her laughter made me smile. “I guess I have a thing for old guys.”

“Thanks,” I muttered. “We’ll take my car, if you don’t mind. It already has