We'll Make It Work

Norman

I'm caught up in someone who's a kid. Some who's too young. I feel like there's something wrong with me. Is there? Was this dinner a mistake? 

I stood in front of the mirror as I put the buttons together on my shirt, asking myself these questions over and over again. 

What are you doing, Norman?

Do you know how people will look at you if this gets out? 

She's young enough to be your son's girlfriend.

I combed through my hair one last time, trying my best to ignore all those little voices in my head. I walked out of my bathroom and soon enough, the doorbell was rung.  I rushed over and opened the door, she looked so innocent and little. 

You're so beautiful, Genevieve. Do you know that? 

I soon realized she was still standing outside. "Oh my, I'm sorry please come in." She takes off her jacket, exposing her long sleeved white shirt. "Dinner should be ready soon." I gave a light smile and she nods. 

"It smells delicious," I laughed at her words and opened the oven to pull the dish out. "What is it exactly?" She asks, softly, being cautious about her actions.

"It's Sausage, Tomato, and Penne Casserole." Her eyebrows came together like she was frustrated at something. "What's wrong?"

"I uh, I don't really like Tomatoes.." She bit her lip, but I sigh in relief.

"Well shit, I thought something was wrong. It's okay, I don't like tomatoes either. So, I put both a green and red pepper in it." I laughed and gave her a nod. 

We were both sat at the table, drinking wine and eating. Silence. Silence. Silence.  She sits quietly, staring at her plate. I couldn't help myself but to think back at the other night. The way she fit perfectly under, and around, my body. The way her hands glided up and down my back, scratching here and there. The way her mouth fell agape with every thrust. 

Control yourself, Norman. 

"Genevieve," Her head snaps up, her eyes meeting mine. She was waiting for me to speak. "Can I ask you something?" I wiped my mouth with my napkin and took a swig of my wine.

"Sure, what is it?" 

"The other day, when we had sex, did you enjoy it?" The words slipped out faster than I react. "I'm sorry. Wait. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to." 

"Well, because we're both mature adults, I'm going to anyways," She smiled. "I did enjoy it. A lot, actually. Why do you ask?" 

"No reason. I just wanted to hear you say it." I wink. She rolls her eyes, getting up from the table and taking her plate to the sink, I did the same. 

We talked for about an hour, me apologizing every five seconds about telling Mingus she couldn't come over anymore, and her telling me she understood. 

I want to tell you how obsessed with you I am, Genevieve.

I want you.

"You really don't have to go. You should stay for a little longer. You could even stay the night if you wanted." I say, opening the door for her.

"Not tonight, Norman. Maybe another night." She rubbed her face, making me aware that she was tired. 

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, darlin'." She gave a smile and started to walk away, before I pulled her back in. Out noses barely touching. "I wasn't done with you just yet." I kissed her softly. She began to smile into the kiss, which made me smile. I let go and she bit her lip.

"Well, goodnight Norman." She smiled wide.

"Goodnight darlin'. Call me when you get home. Just to make sure you got there safe." I gave a smile back and watched her walk away until she got into her car and drove away.