“So, how old will this birthday make you?” He leaned in a bit
closer to ask.
“18”
“Practically an old maid. Should we be dancing? I mean, I
don’t want you to break a hip or anything.” He chuckled. The light sound
brought a smile to her face.
“I think I can survive one dance. However, I may need my
walker to get back to my table when were done.” This was nice. The light banter
back and forth was making her feel more comfortable with him and her mind
seemed to finally thaw from its previously frozen state. Probably due to the heat she was soaking up from his
touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you if you get too bad.” He smiled
down at her again. Oh Gods, that smile actually weakened her knees.
“So, when did your ‘official’ birthday occur? 10am this
morning? Or more like 2pm? I mean the amount of time you have aged is very
important to your physical health. If you’ve only been 18 for a few hours than
you might be ok to walk without assistance. But if you’ve been aging since
early this morning, well then, we might need an ambulance and an oxygen tank to
assist you soon.”
Mack burst out laughing. He was a funny God. Now she knew
this must all be a dream. No one, especially her, could get this lucky in one
lifetime.
“I’ll have you know that ‘officially’ I haven’t actually
turned 18 yet.” She threw back at him.
Kai faltered in his steps, made an overly dramatic horror
filled face.
“Good Gods! I’m dancing with jailbait! I could get arrested
in these parts you know?”
Happy Reading!
MSL
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