A Taste of Spring

A brief, haunting look crossed over Spring's exterior. Her demeanor seemed to reboot right in front of him and a look of indifference appeared. He was just about to tell her that she needn't share but when she started to talk, he couldn't help his interest.

"My mother used to boast about our Cane River Creole heritage when I was younger; but I've only met a handful of her side of the family, so I know next to nothing of them. My father's mother raised me and Summer. My paternal side is a potluck of African, French, and maybe Native American heritage." Spring tapped the table then raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "Grams moved us away soon after Katrina. Her little antique shop didn't get damaged too much; in fact, The Quarter only had minor flooding but she told us we all needed a change. We settled in a small cozy town in Virginia. Summer moved here three years ago and I followed," Spring said.

Her tone, a little lost in the beginning, came off upbeat at the end.

"That's interesting. Maybe you may want to look into those family tree genealogy sites. I have a friend who speaks highly of the one with the leaf. I can't recall the actual name right now." Dez pondered as he bit into his sandwich.

"Oh, I don't know. I think I like it being just our small circle of family, you know."

Dez liked things small and uncomplicated too. He also kept his circle small. The smaller the circle the less bullshit to maneuver through.

Spring forked some of her food and lifted the portion to her mouth. Dez watched her lips close over the fork as if she were the featured attraction at his favorite cinema. He had to shake himself just to look away from the basic, yet erotic, action. The half-mast and rising erection held at bay by his jeans and the table was going to be a constant issue.

After a few minutes of eating, Spring broke the silence. "Dez?"

Blinking away the troublesome lust he'd been nursing through the quiet, Dez focused on Spring's eyes.

so is going to lessen my desire.)

It didn't. "Hmm?"

"I just...those people the other night was bombarding you with attention and you seemed in your element. But on the night we met,

chewed the last bit of one-half of his sandwich then said, "I wasn't happy then, Spring. But, I met you. And, I love writing." With the admission, Dez felt the truth of

you write?" Spring scooted forward; her fork hovered over her meal. "Where can I buy

up one of my books." He had the idea that if Spring found she didn't care for his writing, she may look at him

to stop Dezmond from getting to

you alright?" he

cleared a throat

did," he said, unable to keep

her cute nose. "I feel a

head to see into her downcast eyes. "Have

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