Even though her head is tilted to the side and her long blonde hair is spilling over, practically covering it, I see her smile.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear. “Say it,” I insist.
All her pretenses are over. All the feigned indifference is gone now. She turns towards me so I can see her smile full on. “I’m all yours.”
I lean down and touch my lips to hers, just the slightest touch. “Forever. Say it. Even if it’s an abstract concept. It’s the right thing to say right now and I need to hear it.”
She bites her lip and my heart is pounding inside my chest with doubts. These doubts double the longer she hesitates. Because I’ve never felt afraid that a woman would reject me and I am, in this moment, very, very afraid. My heart is responding with desperation. “Say it,” I urge again.
“Forever.” The word comes out like a sigh. Or a whisper.
I hug her close and lean into her ear. “Thank you.”
WE FUCK wildly for hours. We stay naked the entire day and it’s well into the fading light of late afternoon before we drag ourselves up and start to think about food. Well, I think about food. Grace is on my laptop, logged in with her Twitter friends while simultaneously chatting with Bebe on my phone. I’m thrilled that she ignored Bebe all day in favor of sex with me, but Bebe is the best friend. Her acceptance is critical and tonight is the first step in gaining that stamp of approval.
I shut down the grill and take the plate of burgers over to the outdoor kitchen. She likes American cheese, pickles, ketchup, mustard, and pepper. I asked her before she got distracted by the phone. I want this evening to be seamless and knowing what she likes is part of that.
I set her plate down on the small table next to her lounge chair and she smiles up and mouths thank you as Bebe continues to talk on the other end of the line.
I go inside and grab Felicity’s kitchen laptop and take it back outside with me. Then I settle in the lounge chair next to Grace and open up my own Twitter account and navigate to the Dirty Heaven list while I chew on my dinner. I snap a picture of Grace with my laptop camera. She’s got a towel wrapped around her because she was chilled after our last swim, so she’s not naked.
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird You look #Fuckable…
Her laptop pings a new interaction and I take a big bite of burger and chew as she reads it. The look on her face… priceless. “Oh yeah, baby. Game. On. Tonight.” She rolls her eyes and tries to continue her conversation with Bebe, but even I can hear the screaming coming from the phone as my tweet filters out to the world.
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #DirtyHeaven is mine tonight.
The ping. The smile. The feigned indifference. She hangs up the phone. A few seconds of furious keystrokes and…
Grace @FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher I own #DirtyHeaven, bitch. #VaughnAsherIsMyBitch
I laugh out loud. She chews her burger, as she positions the laptop so I can’t see her screen.
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #FlashbackTime Get ready.
I navigate to Felicity’s Twitter list of @FilthyBlueBird. It has all of Grace’s tweets. After Grace made her big escape from Saint Thomas and left me searching the airport like a maniac trying to make sure she wasn’t just hiding from me, Felicity figured out who she was on Twitter and started compiling. She even copied them into dummy accounts in anticipation of a possible full account deletion.
I admit, after I realized Grace was not in fact waiting for me to pick her up from departures, I went through her entire timeline. From. Day. One.I chuckle and look up at Grace. She’s got one of those oh shit looks on her face. “Remember when you wrote this…?” I press the retweet button and shoot her a wide grin.
Her laptop bloops and she looks down. I look down too, so we can read it together.
Grace @FilthyBlueBird
Come here and take off my lip gloss @VaughnAsher #OnMyKneesWaiting
She looks up, biting said lip, and I quickly press send on my reply tweet.
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird #Flashback to last night. Oh, you weren’t wearing lip gloss. But you are now. #GetOnYourKneesAndWait
She chuckles and smirks as her fingers fly across the keys.
Grace @FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher - Dabbing lips with a napkin. #ThatAllYouGot?
I choose my next favorite tweet of hers and press the retweet symbol.
Grace @FilthyBlueBird
I love Shark Week. And I’m convinced #Megalodon is actually @VaughnAsher penis #hidingInHisPants #NotTheOcean
She covers her face for that one and I use her recovery time to type my response.
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird Right now. #Megalodon #ReadyAndWaiting for a secret rendezvous. Come on in, the #WaterIsFine
She types out a hasty response.
Grace @FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher - Waiting for a proper invitation #BegForItMaster
MovieStar @VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird My command is your proper invitation #ThoseWhoFollowOrders get rewarded. #MastersDontBeg
“Grace, my sweets. I always win. Why must you fight me? Come on, come sit with me. We can dirty-tweet together, have a melding of the mind. And body.” I wink at her.
She shakes her head and starts typing again, then chews her thumbnail as she deletes, types, deletes again. After several minutes of this, she looks up and swipes her tongue across her perfect lips, pressing a button on her keypad with a flourish.
Grace @FilthyBlueBird