Bijou Hunter Quote
Your mom is a great cook, I said, enjoying the macaroni salad. Yeah, self taught. Trial and error. Can you cook? We usually didn’t have a kitchen in the motel. I can warm stuff up, but that’s it. Cooper studied me then nodded. I’d have my mom teach you, but she’s pretty scary in the kitchen. Her way or the highway thing. They have evening classes at the college where they teach cooking. Maybe once you get settled in, you can take a class. I know how my girl loves to learn. Swallowing hard, I blurted out, After we eat, can we go to your bedroom? Cooper glanced at the television and sighed. No fucking way. Why? Your face is why. You look like you might puke. I’m nervous, but I want to. No fucking way times ten, baby, he said, glancing back at me. Today is going too damn well. There’s no way I’m ruining it by having sex when you’re still not sure about me. When then? When you look at me and I know you want it. When I know you’re giving with your heart and not that big head of yours. My head isn’t big. Figuratively. Oh, I still don’t think it’s big. I’m an average student. Steady like a tortoise. Don’t talk shit about my girl, he said, gnawing at a corncob. She’s fucking brilliant. She likes me after all.
Your mom is a great cook, I said, enjoying the macaroni salad. Yeah, self taught. Trial and error. Can you cook? We usually didn’t have a kitchen in the motel. I can warm stuff up, but that’s it. Cooper studied me then nodded. I’d have my mom teach you, but she’s pretty scary in the kitchen. Her way or the highway thing. They have evening classes at the college where they teach cooking. Maybe once you get settled in, you can take a class. I know how my girl loves to learn. Swallowing hard, I blurted out, After we eat, can we go to your bedroom? Cooper glanced at the television and sighed. No fucking way. Why? Your face is why. You look like you might puke. I’m nervous, but I want to. No fucking way times ten, baby, he said, glancing back at me. Today is going too damn well. There’s no way I’m ruining it by having sex when you’re still not sure about me. When then? When you look at me and I know you want it. When I know you’re giving with your heart and not that big head of yours. My head isn’t big. Figuratively. Oh, I still don’t think it’s big. I’m an average student. Steady like a tortoise. Don’t talk shit about my girl, he said, gnawing at a corncob. She’s fucking brilliant. She likes me after all.