I notice we aren’t heading toward the midway and the deep fried goodness that lies within. “Where are we going? The food is that way.”
“Yeah, no, the GOOD food is this way. Last night of fair, big pot lucks and cookouts, best steak and pork chops around. Plus we are a few beers behind.”
“I don’t have anything to bring! I don’t know anyone, and I have green slobber all over my shirt!”
“You are a guest, MY guest, don’t worry about it. Plus those beers they have been drinking are the ones I dropped off earlier. Everyone else has shirts just as dirty and trust me you’ll know everyone by the end of the night.”
The end of the night? There went that tickle down in my gut, and as he walked ahead I caught myself admiring what I couldn’t see while sitting down. He was taller than me, and slender, the type of body made from being used for work. His shoulders were broad and his arms long, I wonder how they would feel around me? He wore a broken in but clean ball cap and I imagined tossing it off and tangling my fingers in his hair. His walk was confident and as I was admiring the way his jeans fit he turned back towards me. Oh shit, did he notice me staring? “You coming or what?”