Page 147 of Untying the Knot
“That toast was shit.”
“Think you can do better?” she asks.
I nod. “Yup, cheers to the night when you played with my balls until I came.”
She laughs. “Ooo, that was a good night.” We both take a sip. “Or what about the time you let me spank you?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t like that.”
She laughs. “You’re such a goddamn liar.”
I place my finger against my mouth and shush her. “Don’t tell anyone. Remember, that’s a secret.”
“Oh, right,” she whispers. “Your dick was so hard that night.”
“Because you were also wearing one of those demi bras I love so much.”
“It was red and see-through, I remember. A Valentine’s Day present.”
“Best Valentine’s Day of my life.” I finish off my wine and then lean back in my chair. “Fuck, I think I’m drunk.”
“Me too.” She sways. “Want to walk it off with me?”
“Yeah, I do,” I say and then stand. I reach out my hand, and she takes it.
“You know, no one is here. You don’t have to hold my hand,” she says.
“I’m afraid I might lose you to the wine if I let go.”
She nods. “Good point.”
After tripping over a few stairs, we make our way to the main lobby, then head out to the manicured lawns, past the pool—don’t need any nighttime swims in our clothes.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she says. “Look at the moon. It’s huge.”
“So big, it feels like you can touch it.” As I attempt to lift my hand, I stumble over a rock and plaster myself to the ground. I end up rolling down a short hill while Myla laughs her ass off the entire time.
She peeks down the hill and says, “You okay?”
Lying on my back, I stare up at her and say, “I fell.”
She laughs some more. “I noticed.”
I hold my arms out. “Baby, I need your help. I think . . . I think I fell on a rock, and I’m bleeding. I feel something moist on my back.”
“Hold on, there are stairs right here.” She walks down the stairs and carefully comes closer, balancing on her heels the whole time. When she reaches me, she reaches into my pocket.
“Oh yeah, a little to the left, babe.”
She playfully swats my chest. “I’m looking for your phone.” She pulls it from my pocket and then turns on the flashlight.
“I really think I got jabbed. I might need stitches,” I say.
“You’re ridiculous. You can get hit in the elbow by a ninety-five-mile-per-hour baseball and not even flinch, but a rock to the back has you crying for medical care.”
“I have my strengths and weaknesses.”
She shines the light on my back and then gasps before chuckling. “Oh . . . you landed on grapes. For a second, I thought it was blood.”
