Quincy & Tashi
“Thank you, baby.” I scanned the dinner plate that Tashi set on the table in front of me. “Looks great.”
After a brief prayer of thanks, silence settled over us. Tashi began eating right away while I lazily twisted the angel hair pasta around my fork…wondering if maybe she’d laced the noodles with some shit to kill me.
I looked up and caught her staring at me with an expression so sweet that I instantly became mesmerized.
Something was definitely up.
Dropping my fork, I leaned back against the chair just as her laughter filled the air.
“Is it so hard to believe that I just wanted to call a truce and do something nice for my man?”
“No…it’s not.” I searched her eyes for signs of duplicity. Finding none, I relaxed and brought her hand to my lips, kissing each finger. “I appreciate that…and you.”
“Then, why aren’t you eating?”
Before I could respond, she tilted her head and observed me until her eyes brightened with awareness. Releasing her hand, I picked up my fork to continue toying with the pasta on my plate.
I shrugged. “Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.”
She raised a brow, clearly amused. “You really think I’m that crazy?”
“If I really believed that,” I replied, looking up to catch her eyes. “We wouldn’t be together.”
Holding her gaze, I finally lifted the forkful of tightly-wound pasta to my mouth and took my first bite. I couldn’t disguise my pleasure…it was delicious.
Reaching over to my plate, Tashi stabbed a succulent shrimp with her butter knife, stuck it in her mouth…and smiled.