instead of the cheerleaders.”
Eva had sat down on the other bed and she was facing Marshall. No sooner was the word, “cheerleader out of her mouth than Marshall grabbed one of the pillows off of his bed and launched it at her. He didn’t expect it to hit her with such force. It actually knocked her back on the bed. Marshall jumped up to check on her saying,
“Oh my goodness, Eva. I didn’t mean for it to hit you so hard.”
He wasn’t expecting it as she sat up laughing and launched herself forward with the pillow in her hand. She caught him off balance and they both fell back onto the other bed. Eva was on top of Marshall and the pillow was pressed between them.
Marshall smiled and without warning, he began to tickle her. Eva hadn’t been tickled since she was a little girl. She squealed and began to thrash, laughing wildly. Marshall was suddenly on top of her, he had her pinned to the bed and she was giggling and struggling against him.
“Let me go, you big ape!” she said.
“That’s not what most women say when they’re lucky enough to find themselves in your position.”
Eva cracked up at that, “Lucky enough? Man, do we think a lot of our self.”
Marshall squirmed just a little bit, allowing their bodies to really press against each other. Then he grinned again and sat up. Eva was still trying to catch her breath, not from the tickling, but from the heavy flirting. Was she really just imagining it all?
“I’m hungry,” he said.
Eva sighed and sat up. That question would have to be explored at another time. “Give me ten minutes to clean up and we can go find something to eat,” she said. When she stood up, she picked up the pillow lying on the floor and turned and launched it at Marshall. He was caught off guard and by the time he was on his feet, she had run into the bathroom giggling again, and closed the door.
* * *
They drove into town and found a little Italian restaurant. It wasn’t quite dinner time yet so there weren’t many patrons. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere of the place romantic. There was soft Italian music playing and the tables had red tablecloths on them with white candles flickering in the center. They were shown to a table right away and when the waitress left to get their drinks Marshall said,
“I didn’t know you liked Italian food.”
Eva grinned and said, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“I doubt that,” he said as he looked at the menu.
“Oh, you think you know so much,” she said teasingly, “What’s my favorite color?”
“Green,” he said, without looking up. Eva smiled and said,
“That was an easy one. What is my biggest pet peeve?” she said.
He looked up at her and said,
“Bad manners.”
“Two easy ones,” she said.
He laughed, “Then ask me a hard one.”
“Okay, who’s my biggest celebrity crush? Living or dead?”
He rolled his eyes and said, “Jimmy Stewart.”
“How did you know that? I’ve never told you that.”
“You don’t hide it well. Remember movie Sunday when we were kids? What other thirteen/fourteen year old girl wants to watch Shenandoah and Harvey?”
“He was really handsome,” she said with color flooding her cheeks. She was saved by the waitress who came and took their order. She started to say something else when his phone rang. She knew it was probably Simone. She didn’t want to listen to them go on about missing each other. She tapped Marshall on the hand and said, “I’m going to the restroom.” Marshall nodded and she got up. She didn’t really have to use the restroom, so she sat down on the leather bench outside the door and took out her phone. She had a new Facebook message from Helen,
“How’s the trip going? When are you going to post some pictures?”
“It’s going great. Simone couldn’t make it. Her car got stolen. Can you believe that?”
“How did Marshall take it?”
“He seems okay with it, but he’s on the phone with her
Eva had sat down on the other bed and she was facing Marshall. No sooner was the word, “cheerleader out of her mouth than Marshall grabbed one of the pillows off of his bed and launched it at her. He didn’t expect it to hit her with such force. It actually knocked her back on the bed. Marshall jumped up to check on her saying,
“Oh my goodness, Eva. I didn’t mean for it to hit you so hard.”
He wasn’t expecting it as she sat up laughing and launched herself forward with the pillow in her hand. She caught him off balance and they both fell back onto the other bed. Eva was on top of Marshall and the pillow was pressed between them.
Marshall smiled and without warning, he began to tickle her. Eva hadn’t been tickled since she was a little girl. She squealed and began to thrash, laughing wildly. Marshall was suddenly on top of her, he had her pinned to the bed and she was giggling and struggling against him.
“Let me go, you big ape!” she said.
“That’s not what most women say when they’re lucky enough to find themselves in your position.”
Eva cracked up at that, “Lucky enough? Man, do we think a lot of our self.”
Marshall squirmed just a little bit, allowing their bodies to really press against each other. Then he grinned again and sat up. Eva was still trying to catch her breath, not from the tickling, but from the heavy flirting. Was she really just imagining it all?
“I’m hungry,” he said.
Eva sighed and sat up. That question would have to be explored at another time. “Give me ten minutes to clean up and we can go find something to eat,” she said. When she stood up, she picked up the pillow lying on the floor and turned and launched it at Marshall. He was caught off guard and by the time he was on his feet, she had run into the bathroom giggling again, and closed the door.
* * *
They drove into town and found a little Italian restaurant. It wasn’t quite dinner time yet so there weren’t many patrons. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere of the place romantic. There was soft Italian music playing and the tables had red tablecloths on them with white candles flickering in the center. They were shown to a table right away and when the waitress left to get their drinks Marshall said,
“I didn’t know you liked Italian food.”
Eva grinned and said, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“I doubt that,” he said as he looked at the menu.
“Oh, you think you know so much,” she said teasingly, “What’s my favorite color?”
“Green,” he said, without looking up. Eva smiled and said,
“That was an easy one. What is my biggest pet peeve?” she said.
He looked up at her and said,
“Bad manners.”
“Two easy ones,” she said.
He laughed, “Then ask me a hard one.”
“Okay, who’s my biggest celebrity crush? Living or dead?”
He rolled his eyes and said, “Jimmy Stewart.”
“How did you know that? I’ve never told you that.”
“You don’t hide it well. Remember movie Sunday when we were kids? What other thirteen/fourteen year old girl wants to watch Shenandoah and Harvey?”
“He was really handsome,” she said with color flooding her cheeks. She was saved by the waitress who came and took their order. She started to say something else when his phone rang. She knew it was probably Simone. She didn’t want to listen to them go on about missing each other. She tapped Marshall on the hand and said, “I’m going to the restroom.” Marshall nodded and she got up. She didn’t really have to use the restroom, so she sat down on the leather bench outside the door and took out her phone. She had a new Facebook message from Helen,
“How’s the trip going? When are you going to post some pictures?”
“It’s going great. Simone couldn’t make it. Her car got stolen. Can you believe that?”
“How did Marshall take it?”
“He seems okay with it, but he’s on the phone with her
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