A Taste of Spring

A brief, haunting look crossed over Spring's exterior. Her demeanor seemed to reboot right in front of him and a look of
indifference appeared. He was just about to tell her that she needn't share but when she started to talk, he couldn't help his
interest.
"My mother used to boast about our Cane River Creole heritage when I was younger; but I've only met a handful of her side of
the family, so I know next to nothing of them. My father's mother raised me and Summer. My paternal side is a potluck of African,
French, and maybe Native American heritage." Spring tapped the table then raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Grams moved us away soon after Katrina. Her little antique shop didn't get damaged too much; in fact, The Quarter only had
minor flooding but she told us we all needed a change. We settled in a small cozy town in Virginia. Summer moved here three
years ago and I followed," Spring said.
Her tone, a little lost in the beginning, came off upbeat at the end.
"That's interesting. Maybe you may want to look into those family tree genealogy sites. I have a friend who speaks highly of the
one with the leaf. I can't recall the actual name right now." Dez pondered as he bit into his sandwich.
"Oh, I don't know. I think I like it being just our small circle of family, you know."
Dez liked things small and uncomplicated too. He also kept his circle small. The smaller the circle the less bullshit to maneuver
through.
Spring forked some of her food and lifted the portion to her mouth. Dez watched her lips close over the fork as if she were the
featured attraction at his favorite cinema. He had to shake himself just to look away from the basic, yet erotic, action. The half-
mast and rising erection held at bay by his jeans and the table was going to be a constant issue.
After a few minutes of eating, Spring broke the silence. "Dez?"
Blinking away the troublesome lust he'd been nursing through the quiet, Dez focused on Spring's eyes.
(As if doing so is going to lessen my desire.)
It didn't. "Hmm?"
"Are you happy being a famous author?" Her eye lashes fluttered over her eyes several times as she met his attention head on.
"I just...those people the other night was bombarding you with attention and you seemed in your element. But on the night we
met, I noticed you sitting in that booth alone. You looked...unhappy."

Dez chewed the last bit of one-half of his sandwich then said, "I wasn't happy then, Spring. But, I met you. And, I love writing."
With the admission, Dez felt the truth of his words. A truth he hadn't felt in some time.
"What do you write?" Spring scooted forward; her fork hovered over her meal. "Where can I buy your books?"
"I dabble in fiction, romance with a bit of action and suspense." He shrugged, then lifted one of his fries. "I'd rather you get to
know me before you open up one of my books." He had the idea that if Spring found she didn't care for his writing, she may look
at him more critically. "Besides, I am more interested in you. Imagine my shock and great fortune when I saw you on the cover of
such a huge magazine."
Spring coughed...or rather choked on her food. She held her hand up to stop Dezmond from getting to his feet. It took a few
more coughs and a drink for her to settle.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"You saw that, did you?" She cleared a throat a few times.
"I did," he said, unable to keep the concern from his tone.
Spring twisted her lips and scrunched her cute nose. "I feel a little exposed. Did you see the entire spread?"
Dez tilted his head to see into her downcast eyes. "Have you forgotten our night together, Spring?"
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SPRING
Spring's head shot up. That night was unforgettable. She hoped it was because of the mystery, the abandonment of her
inhibitions, and the fact that she hadn't been with a man in months. Whatever the case...that night was branded into her mind
and so was the man.
"Of course not."
"Then know that I have replayed that night in my mind so many times that I know your body as if it were a novel of my creation.
One in which I know every curve of every letter in every word. Each scene is replayed in such vivid detail that your body will
forever be a treasured read for me."

(Wow... That is...it is...)
"Is there anything else I can get you folk?"
(The waitress...thank goodness.)
Dez kept her hostage with his gaze as he spoke to the waitress. "I have all I want. Spring, would you like anything else?"
"No." The word came out like a breathless whisper. Spring felt the knowing eyes of their waitress move from Dez to her then
back to Dez.
"We'll have our check then, thank you." He wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin he placed in his lap earlier in the meal.