I had to work late again tonight, but when I get home, Phillip is waiting with Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine.
It even has a cork and everything.
He greets me with a kiss and opens the wine. “So, I talked to Lori about wedding-planning stuff the other day. She told me about a wedding show, where a celebrity wedding planner can take the worst themes ever and turn them into something beautiful. I recorded a few, so we can watch them tonight while we eat.”
“Watching TV sounds perfect. I’m tired, stressed, and starved. I didn’t even get time for lunch today!”
We spread our feast across the coffee table, sit on the floor, eat, and watch a couple of shows.
And, wow! Lori was right. He can take the tackiest theme and make it amazing.
Maybe I need a wedding planner.
Phillip flicks off the TV, and we talk about possible themes for our wedding. Most of the couples had a reason for their theme. We talk about the swings, football, princesses, and Barbie. None of them seem right.
But, pretty soon, the food is mostly gone, the wine is completely gone, and wedding themes seem to be the last thing on Phillip’s mind.
He leads me into the bedroom, throws me on the bed, and pounces on me. I have a fleeting thought that maybe our theme should be sex because that seems to be all that’s on that boy’s mind lately.
I’m happily sprawled across Phillip’s body when I joke, “I think our wedding theme might have to be sex.”
“A XXX wedding?” Phillip asks.
We get silly, talking about ideas for our XXX-themed wedding.
The celebrity wedding planner would be hyperventilating!
“I know.” I giggle. “We could use furry handcuffs for napkin rings.”
“We could have personalized condoms as our favors!”
“Oh … listen to this! We could use those big dildos that stand up on their own, and we could, like, cut the tips.” Phillip winces when I say that. “And we could use them to hold the table numbers at the reception!”
Phillip tickles me. I giggle and tickle him back.
“I’ll use a vibrator as the base of my bouquet! It could vibrate through the whole ceremony. Can you just picture that? Everyone’s all serious, and it’s just sitting there, shaking.”
“You’re silly,” he says. Then, he attacks my chest with kisses. “I have a better idea. We could do a Phillip and Jadyn Make a Porno video.”
“We could show it at the reception!” I scream.
“Maybe we should practice a few moves right now,” Phillip says sexily.
And, uh, yeah, we do.
Practice, I mean.
Sorry, no videos.
After round two, I give Phillip my pouty face.
“What’s the face for?” he asks. “We just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Again. I even impressed myself.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t know about mind-blowing.”
I laugh, but he totally knows I’m lying. It’s really hard to lie to someone who can read your mind. And it was oh-my-gosh-scream-it-from-the-rooftops incredible. But I don’t tell him that. I don’t want him to think he’s, like, all that. He needs to keep working toward a goal or something.
“Plus, I think you’re just using me for sex.” I try to look sad.
He laughs a huge, hearty laugh. “Yeah, I am.”
I can’t help but grin with him.
“But I’m just trying to catch up.”
“Catch up?”
“Yeah, so the sex and the friendship are even.”
“We’ve been best friends for a really long time.”
“Yes, I know. I really do have my work cut out for me,” he jokes. “I just feel balance is important in our relationship.” Then, he says, “Speaking of that, Sunday night, when you were sitting on the kitchen island at my parents’ house, I had this flashback. Do you remember the night you were all upset about your date with that Mark guy you had a crush on? He tried to attack you before dinner, so you got pissed and made him bring you home. You came over, all upset about both him and the fact that you’d dumped Dillon because of him. Do you remember that?”
“Yeah, you were just getting home from Danny’s, and if I recall, you weren’t much help because you were tipsy and thought the whole thing was hilarious and my own fault.”
“Well, that, and all I could think about was how hot you looked, how I really didn’t blame Mark for wanting you, and how I really just wanted to do you right there on the kitchen island. I even had dreams about it. Do you remember what you wore? Lisa must have dressed you. You had on a short plaid skirt, little white blouse, a navy cardigan. You kinda looked like a naughty schoolgirl.”
“Phillip! Your mother’s island! And you used to have naughty dreams about me?”
“Oh, yeah. Lots of them. Good ones.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. They would start off with us doing stuff we’d normally do. I never really remembered those parts, but you’d end up attacking me. Like, one time, we were sitting on the hood of my car, looking at the stars. All of a sudden, you straddled me and attacked me. It was a good dream.”
