Wild Wind: A Chaos Novella (Chaos #6.6)(35)

He nodded.

Archie pushed up on her toes to kiss him.

He kissed her back.

Then he let her go to get out the hamburger because his girl was hungry.





“This is not right. You go Heath. You go Butterfinger. You go Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Or the ultimate,” he lifted the cup in his hand, “Oreo. You never do a limited edition, ever,” Jagger decreed.

“I see my guy is a Blizzard purist,” Archie noted, before shoving more of her blasphemous Blizzard in her mouth.

“You gotta know I like you, considering I paid for that sacrilege you’re eating,” he told her.

Her eyes were twinkling again when she looked at him at the same time reminded him, “Jagger, it’s a Wonder Woman Blizzard. It’s an impossibility I’d say no to Wonder Woman, unless she sported pineapple or something fucked up like that.”

Jag burst out laughing.

Archie leaned a shoulder into him where they were sitting side by side on the table part of a picnic table in front of a DQ, their feet on the seat.

Jagger spooned more soft serve with Oreos in his mouth.

“Your smashburgers were great,” she remarked. “I’m impressed you know how to make oven fries. I stand behind this Blizzard choice. And I won’t mind if you kick my ass in pool…again…when we get back, because it’s awesome watching you work that table, you’re so good at it. But the best part of the night was being on your bike with you.”

Yeah.

That was the best part of the night.

Absolutely.

Now, was he gonna say it?

Yeah.

He was.

“That’s my dad’s bike.”

Her tone had changed when she said, “You mentioned that.”

“He never put a woman on the back of that bike, except my ma.”

Archie said nothing.

“I’ve never had a woman on the back of that bike, Archie.”

She kept her body mostly in the same position, but she moved just enough to push her forehead deep into the point of his shoulder.

She stayed that way through two of his spoonfuls of ice cream.

Then, without a word, she shifted, resting her head against his shoulder, and she resumed eating.

He was grateful she didn’t dig, make a deal about it, just shared she got how huge that was and it meant something to her and then went back to her ice cream.

He was grateful, because it made it perfect.





“You’re high,” she declared.

“I am not high. Everyone knows Disney World is better than Disneyland,” he reiterated what he’d said five seconds before.

“Everyone does not,” she retorted. “For instance, I don’t know that. Disneyland is the OG Disney theme park. As such, it is and always will be the best.”

He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Did you just refer to Disneyland as OG?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

It was much later that night.

Archie was in panties and another tank.

She was also straddling his lap in his bed where he sat, legs stretched out, head and shoulders to the headboard, hands moving randomly on her hips and on her skin under the tank at her waist, ribs, sometimes belly, sometimes ass.

It wasn’t about sex.

It was about touch.

The warmth of her skin, the smoothness.

It being hers.

And they were discussing some very important shit.

“Your argument is Disneyland is the original gangster of Disney theme parks?” he pushed.

“Dude, don’t even try to argue that the OG isn’t the best of everything.”

“We don’t have time for me to share the many examples of how faulty that logic is.”

She disagreed with this, obviously, since she kept arguing it.

“Right, the Beatles are the OG boy band. Then came the Monkees. Now, ‘Daydream Believer’ is a kickass song. Just the title kills it. But The Monkees are no Beatles. And the Beatles are Disneyland whereas the Monkees are Disney World. Good fun, but not the best.”

“Wrong,” he stated. “In that analogy, The Beatles are OG and therefore Disneyland and The Stones are Disney World. Do I need to go on?”

“My point still stands,” she declared outrageously.

He dug his fingers in her ribs and reminded her, “Woman, my name is Jagger.”

“And?”

She was out of her mind.

“This is the thing,” he announced. “If we go the distance and have kids, we’ll go to Cali to take them to Disneyland, but only so we can go to the beach too, hit a Dodgers game, do all that LA shit because Disneyland is a one-day thing. But we’re also taking them to Orlando to go to Disney World so we can do all things Disney and Epcot, which is also Disney. And we’ll probably be there for three weeks because Disney in Florida is not a one-day thing. We could fuckin’ move there and not take it all in.”

“If slash when,” she shot back.

“What?” he asked.

“You said ‘if we go the distance and have kids.’ But that isn’t ‘if.’ It’s ‘if slash when’ and the ‘if’ only stands when you’re being ridiculous and it’s annoying me. Like now.”