River James Blankenship is the 'big man' on campus (in more ways than one). He is about to be drafted in the NFL, has his best buds, and a pretty amazing life overall.
But why has the man who loves to fuck started to feel incomplete? He can fuck bas...
You know I called ahead and while they do take reservations, I made sure it was clear what table I wanted. Walking over to the conveyor, we are the 4th booth from the door that comes out of the kitchen. Perfect, exactly where I wanted us to be.
The hostess removes the other 2 sets of silverware and chopsticks. Then she asks. 'Need me to get you anything?'.
'No, thank you.' I say while I'm not even looking at her. I'm helping Briar sit down in the booth. 'Scooch over, love. I'd like to sit next to you.' After saying that, Briar looks up at me with a smile, slides over further, and says, 'Please, do.'
I get in next to her and grab the utensils from the other side. I throw my arm around her shoulders and place my left hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze.
I tell her. 'Now we can see all the trains and plates.'
She whispers to me. 'That hostess was a little upset that you didn't pay attention to her. She was checking you out.'
'Sucks for her, I can only see one women in this world.' I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek. She giggles.
This is perfect, from now on I will always sit next to her, whenever I can, when we go out. Getting a little more comfortable, I place my right hand on her thigh. She covers my hand with hers, giving it a little squeeze. Looking down, I watch her intertwine our fingers. I can't help thinking how good her hand will look with my mom's diamond on her finger.
Fuck.
It's extremely early to be thinking about getting married to Briar. Right? We just got together, it's been what, 3 days. But I just know she is it for me.
My dad got my mom this gorgeous oval solitaire diamond ring for their 5-year wedding anniversary.
He originally proposed with a halo Swarovski crystal ring that he bought for less than $200 bucks. My mom wears it now, even with missing stones, while being filthy rich.
My mom was never into jewelry. Studs in her ears and a ring on her finger, that's about it. But she wanted my dad to get her something good so I could see it when I was growing up and know what love looked like. She wore that ring every day for 18 years until she gave it to me on my 21st birthday.
I was completely shocked and surprised when she sat me down and explained what it meant to her. She wanted that ring with me in mind, her first baby. She wanted me to have special memories with something that I would give my future bride one day, to make our own special memories with.
Needless to say, in this moment, I now understand what my mom was talking about. She knows I went through my fair share of girls but she told me that the ring was for someone who I know would never give it back. Someone who would understand just how much it means to me.
Briar.
It's always been, Briar.
The ring is for Briar.
Mama Al's Ring:
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