“Now you know. Do you have any objections?” I shake my head, and he laughs the perfect laugh.
We sit here and eat in silence before he flips the TV on and begins flipping through channels.
“What do you even watch?” I ask, not knowing a ton about him.
“I don’t usually watch TV. I was hoping you would stop me when we landed on something you like,” he adds.
“Channel thirty-two,” I tell him. He flips to the channel, and then we sit back watching a show. I can tell that he doesn’t watch much TV. He becomes restless and starts moving around the bed.
“Uncomfortable?”
“I’m just not used to this.”
“What?”
“Sitting around doing nothing. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” he replies, fidgeting.
“We don’t have to sit here, Devon. I told you I’m fine.”
“Let’s just talk about something,” he offers.
“Like what?”
“Thanksgiving. Are you ready to meet my family?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never really met anyone’s family before,” I admit.
“They’ll love you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you’re perfect, Caydence. How could they not?”
“I’m far from perfect, but thank you. How many people will be there?”
“My dad likes to have it all, so probably close to fifty.”
“Fifty people?” I gasp.
“Yeah, but they’re all related to us somehow. Mostly cousins and the like,” he explains.
“That’s a lot of people, Devon.”
“I know. When dad has a party, he goes all out,” he tells me.
“And you? Do you throw big parties?” He shakes his head and looks over at me.
“I prefer the small, intimate kind.” A shiver rolls through me, and he smiles because he notices it. He leans over and presses his lips to mine, and I let him. I savor every second of what he does to me.
I don’t know why I expect the worst to happen, but I do. In my experience, there’s never this much good without something bad happening. And so I wait for it.