by Love Belvin
I glanced over at her, doubtfully. “Really? You wanna try?”
“Yeah, why not? Because I’m a girl?”
“Well, yeah, if we’re keeping it real,” I answered honestly.
Zoey lowered her mask, rolled her eyes, and got out of the passenger side. I watched as she came over to the driver’s and snapped her neck, telling me to move. I pulled out of the cart and got into the passenger’s seat. Before she could finish telling me to get ready, she launched. Her take off was jumpy. She had to get used to the accelerator and steering wheel coordination, but she kept stride until she got it. Zoey started cutting short, swerving and busting U-turns before I felt she was quite ready…or maybe I wasn’t quite ready. On the low, she was scaring the shit out of me, but I would never whisper a word of fear to a woman. When she came to a smooth stop, I was relieved. However, my ease didn’t last too long because as I was wrapping up our rentals with the manager, I caught Zo staring across the lot at quads.
“No,” I spoke adamantly in her ear.
Zoey didn’t give me the startled reaction I was going for. Instead, she kept her eyes on the quads.
“We have to,” she murmured.
“Have to?”
“Yeah.” She turned to me. “You ever met that time in your life where you have this short period of insanity? That small stretch of time where you can do whatever crazy things you want without considering the consequences? It’s because you know you’ll likely never get the opportunity again. You may never feel the euphoria again, so you just go for it.”
I stared at her for a while, receiving so many revelations from the many metaphors she gave. Did she not think she would go away again? Did she not think she’d be with me again? Did she think this was a one-time thing? Or was it simply about riding quads?
“Never mind.” She exhaled and began to walk off.
I caught her by the hand and she jerked back to where we were joined, then her eyes traveled up to mine. Our gazes locked and something clicked. There was some crazy type of channeling and I found myself nodding my head, agreeing to the race.
I knew precisely what Zoey meant, far more than I would admit to her or anyone in that moment. I knew there were things I wanted to do with her, to her, and for her that she may not agree to because she was not ready for it. She needed time to grow and experience life without my influence. She was still young. But I knew. I had completely allowed reality to escape me while out there with her. Hell, I willed it to. I wanted everything I could take in that period of time in paradise with her. I wanted to do shit that I’d never thought of. Crazy shit. Selfish shit. Ill consequential shit. And I started with this high-speed race with her.
We spent the next three hours on the race course, riding Kawasaki KFX 700s where Zoey wore my ass out. She won all but two races against me. To say she didn’t walk off the lot that day with her chest out, talking mad shit wouldn’t be describing her gloat.
Zoey and I returned to the house for a shower and nap. That night for dinner Barry and Rob tagged along. We had dinner at a low key restaurant where we took shots and had a blast talking about nothing at all, but finding humor in everything. Zoey fit in like an old friend of ours. She didn’t appear uncomfortable being the only female, and so far from home. I didn’t mind her drinking, especially after the way she explained her private perspective on being here with me.
After dinner, Zoey asked to go for a walk to get to know the area. I found myself walking hand in hand with her down the festive streets where there were shops and merchandise lining the block, buzzing with locals. Zoey loved to touch. There was rarely a moment when we were alone or in our own private space where she didn’t touch me. She’d have her arms wrapped around my waist, her arm behind me while rubbing my back, her face caressing my arm or her hand at my chest or abdomen. This was something I’d never experienced before, likely because I never kept a woman around long enough to be comfortable with someone in my personal space. Nonetheless, with Zo it felt natural in no time.
At some point, we stopped almost in the middle of the road. Rob and Barry were looking one way and caught my attention with a bar that they’d claimed to have not been familiar with, although they’d been coming into town every day since arriving. We watched the patrons go in and out, getting an idea of what type of clientele the place catered to—or at least that’s what I was doing and assumed they were, too. Absentmindedly, my eyes roved over to my right to Zoey, whose attention was elsewhere, more specifically across the street on a tattoo parlor. The shots we took had me twisted, damn near wasted, so it took me a minute to figure out what it was.
“What’s going on over there?” I bent down and asked in her ear.
I didn’t startle her, not that I was trying to, but it just showed how deep in thought she was.
Her arm pulled up and her index finger pointed to the parlor. “I want to go in there.”
“Why?” She had no tats, I didn’t understand the sudden interest.
Then those doe eyes looked up at me. “Short period of insanity.” A small smile played at her lips.
“Yo, Rob…B!” I called over to the guys and pointed to the tattoo parlor as Zoey pulled me across the street.
When we walked in, Zoey eyed all the drawings and sketches on the wall, seemingly amazed. I guessed this was a first for her.
I sidled up beside her and asked, “You picking out a new tat for me?” That was some personal shit. I picked all of my own ink.
Still gazing the wall, she shook her head. “No. You can pick out your own.”
Huhn?
I snorted, “Shit, Zo. Are you getting inked?”
She turned to me with a shy smile while biting her bottom lip. “But just something small. I need to figure out just what.” Her hands made their way up my t-shirt to my bare chest, softly running over my abs and pecs. “What are you getting?”
“Me?” I looked at her with incredulity.
She nodded excitedly, still biting that damn bottom lip.
I let out a breath. “Shit, Zo. I don’t know. You sprung this on me. I usually take time to consider what I want it to express. I’ve never done it on a whim.”
Her hands kept caressing my chest, exciting me, goading me. “You mean to tell me, out of all the ones I’m feeling now…” she rounded to my back. “None of these were done while intoxicated?” And that’s when I recognized the slant in her eyes, reminding me of the shots we indulged in.
I shook my head.
“Well, I’m not getting one by myself. You pick out one so we can get started.” She pushed off my chest and strutted away to talk to the artist.
I took a few minutes to first decide if I wanted this, then when that was done, I had to think of an expression I wanted, forever. That decision took a little longer than the first, but excited me three times as much.
Zoey glanced back at me over her shoulder, I knew, asking for my final answer. When I gave her an affirmative nod, she hopped over to a table behind a curtain to begin her first ink job. I looked around to find the other artist I noticed earlier and saw Rob and Barry, who appeared to be smirking.
“What the fuck?” I asked, my forehead wrinkled.
“That chick got you wrapped around her little finger, chief,” Rob snickered and Barry followed.
While at the station getting my latest tat, I thought about what Rob said and realized he was right. Zo had my ass open and there was no need to deny it. I was on that do whatever crazy things you want without considering the consequences shit right along with my Niña. It took less than an hour before my art was complete. When I walked out to the small reception area, Zoey, Rob and Barry were there waiting.
Zoey jumped up, bouncing on her toes. “Let me see…let me see!” She was so damn excited.
I was a little nervous…doubtful, and not about my decision, only about her reaction. I extended my left hand and showed her the wide band of black ink on my ring finger, resembling a wedding band. At the top of my finger was the letter E,
her first initial.
Her eyes slowly traveled up to meet mine. “Elizabeth?” she asked on a shaky breath.
My stomach started toiling. Shit! She’s going to think I’m a freak.
“Eternity,” I murmured as I nodded cautiously, because it truly amended her answer. I wanted Elizabeth for an eternity and had thought of a way to have it.
She didn’t speak for a while, didn’t move. I saw tears brimming at her eyes. They turned pink. I was not prepared to make this girl cry. I didn’t think I could handle that shit. Just when I was about to say something to curb my insane decision, she spoke.
“Stent,” she quickly scraped her top lip between her teeth as she glanced away. Then her beautiful brown irises returned to me. She whispered, “I-I don’t have desires for marriage or…well, I’ve never desired to get into a committed relationship so young. There are so many things I need to do before I can settle into a life that requires me to give my all to a man. I’m sure I will…but just when I’ve served my purpose in life and then can commit to him. With you…” She looked beyond me again. “You’re… I don’t know.” Zoey shook her head.
My head and heart were about to explode. Why did I feel like she was telling me I didn’t do the shit to her heart that she did to mine? Like I didn’t affect her life the way she ruled my universe? How would I respond to this young girl—who I’d involuntarily fallen in love with—telling me that I didn’t do it for her?
Zoey extended her hand…her left hand and although it trembled, I could see the delicate line curving around her ring finger and when she turned her hand over I saw the cursive script of the letters SR, vertically, spanning from her palm line to the first knuckle line.
I looked at her and saw that her eyes were trained to the floor, lids fluttering. I pulled her into a deep embrace and kissed her forehead adoringly. She quickly wrapped her arms around my waist. I then saw Zoey’s artist behind her smiling, understanding my approval. We got our new ink wrapped up and left for the house where we consummated our joint tattooing experience; her first and my best.
The next morning, I woke and reached for Zoey in an empty side of the bed. My mouth was dry and head stiff. I brushed my face with my hands, trying to shake off the heaviness from last night. It wasn’t the alcohol that caused churning in my stomach. It was the crazy shit I did that I couldn’t take back. The crazy shit I did well after getting an impromptu tattoo. Suddenly recalling the tattoo experience, I got up to search for her. I’d hoped that wasn’t a drunken decision that she awakened to.
I noticed the patio door was open. When I stepped into the door frame, I saw Zoey sitting on the step leading to the pool with a sheet hanging loosely from her delicious body, displaying her feminine curves. Zoey looked picture perfect. I caught her as she studied the subtle ink on her ring finger. My stomach turned again. I would hate myself if she regretted that decision, that notion. But before I could get nauseous from feeling disgusted with myself, Zoey lifted her hand to her face and kissed the inside of her palm where my initials were inscribed. Her shoulders lifted as she did and she sighed, seemingly satisfied. My Niña. I felt a relieving sensation run through me, but it couldn’t rival the guilt still coursing my veins.
What the fuck did I do? I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“You have any regrets?” I asked, my voice raspy.
Zoey turned her head in the direction of my voice, but not completely to look at me. There was a small pause before she shook her head.
“Not an ounce,” she damn near whispered convincingly.
Zoey sat there contented. Unassuming. She was still feeling that euphoria that she may never live again as she put it at the racing lot. And what the fuck was I doing? Was I regretting extending my euphoria past this week-long vacation? She was unbelievably beautiful and sexy sitting there, enjoying the view. Zoey was young, but strong and secure in her skin. She was bold, fierce, and unpredictable at times, but stable.
I moved quickly and quietly to get my phone. I had to capture that moment. I didn’t know what shit storm was ahead, I needed memorabilia of this stretch in time. I returned to the doorway and snapped a few pix, being sure to get a good one. I wanted to always remember her this peaceful, this happy. With me.
“You have any regrets?” she asked with the back of her head to me.
I shook my head right away and eventually answered, “The best fucking birthday I’ve ever had.”
Zoey
The best birth—
I leaped backwards in my seat to ask why he would keep a birthdate from me. However, Stenton was gone. I wondered why he wouldn’t have shared that with me before today. I could have baked him a cake, sang happy birthday or something. That aside, it was clear to me that he if wanted me to make a big to-do over it, he would have shared it in advance. So, I instantly decided to drop it and simply be grateful that it was a great day after all.
That day, Stenton was strange…distant. I don’t know how long he stood behind me before announcing his presence. I came out there to meditate. I’d been having such a great time being crazy that I needed a moment of quiet to collect myself, pray, and reconnect. It balanced me, made me feel safe.
When I felt I had enough and was perhaps being rude, I stood to go back inside. Stenton wasn’t there. He wasn’t in bed either. I was hungry and guessed he was, too. We’d had a bit to drink last night and when we returned from the tattoo parlor, we spent hours making love before showering then crashing into the mattress to sleep. I figured he was probably exhausted from all of that activity. He was in rare form the night before, more vocal with his pleasure, clasping my hips tighter, lying inside me longer, well after our climaxes, withholding nothing. I shook it off as us growing closer in our intimate relationship.
After dressing, I walked out into the living room where I saw him on his laptop with the television going in front of him.
“I’m hungry. I know you must be, too,” I called over to him. “You wanna start breakfast?”
He never looked up at me. Stenton shook his head. “Nah. I’m returning emails, this may take a while.”
“Okay,” I spoke slowly. His response was a bit detached. “Then don’t be mad at my selection,” I teased as I walked away.
Once breakfast was done, I set it up at the dining room table where we’d been eating since we arrived. When I called him in, Stenton said he was still busy with emails and would eat in in the living room. He didn’t even ask me to bring his plate. He came and got it without any eye contact. As I ate at the table alone, I couldn’t shake the cold vibes I’d been picking up. Did I do something wrong last night while drunk? I mean, I was pretty intoxicated, but not past the point of sense. Heck, I woke up hoping the tattoo parlor trip wasn’t just a vivid dream. I was relieved when I saw his initials on the inside of my ring finger. I hadn’t quite worked out what would be my response when people took notice of it, but was ecstatic about my decision and would do it again. My parents killing me be damned.
Not long after cleaning up breakfast, Rob and Barry came over to check in. It was our last day on Grand Cayman and I’d told Stenton I wanted to go back into town to get souvenirs. I didn’t work out how I would explain them to my mom, but figured I’d deal with that once back on U.S. soil.
“Stent.” I gaited into the living room where he was still seated on the couch. He wore lounge pants and the only thing covering his upper body was red, yellow and black ink. “You want to go into town so I can pick up those few keepsakes we talked about?”
He at least gave me eye contact for the first time today.
“Nah. You can go with Rob and B.” He glanced over to the guys. “Wasn’t it something y’all needed from there before we bounce tomorrow?”
“Yeah, we can go now, Zo. Come on,” Barry waved his arm behind him as he stood.
Rob followed his movements as they headed for the door. I steeled in place, feeling uneasy about that call. Stenton and I had been inseparable the entire trip. Why the sudden need for distanc
e? Stenton never looked up, and I couldn’t formulate the words of inquiry regarding his mood without coming off as argumentative, so I decided to head to the back for my purse and went into town with the guys.
We were out there for hours. I was able to find cute trinkets for my mom, Karen, and my roommate. I also found nice jewelry for me. There were two rings that perfectly covered my tattoo until I was ready to expose it to the world. I ended up picking up fish from a market and finally decided to head back to the house. Stenton was likely starving, and I was getting there myself.
When I made it back, I put my things away and didn’t see him bumming around in the house. I chanced a peek outside to find him doing laps in the pool. Even doing that, he seemed preoccupied, very solitary. Leaving him out there to himself, I went into the kitchen and prepared lunch. I heard him come inside and pass by, but he didn’t stop in. As I was putting the food on the plate, he popped his head in the doorway of the kitchen.
“You got it?”
I sucked my teeth. “How convenient. I’m done. You can grab your plate though.”
I handed him a plate and he left out. When I was ready, I grabbed my plate and went into the dining room where I found him waiting on me. I didn’t know what to expect after his distance earlier.
As we ate, I had to address his mood change.
“Stent, are we okay?”
Stenton nodded his head over his food. His eyes was trained to the plate.
“I’m just mentally preparing for the shit I’m about to walk into as soon as we step off the plane to tomorrow. This was a real vacation week for me. If I’m not careful, my only for the year.” He scratched his eyebrow and exhaled hard. “My manager has so much shit lined up over the next few weeks into training season.”
I nodded my head slowly, trying to make myself believe him. I mean, what did I have to go on? I didn’t recall doing anything wrong. This was a bit strange, but I decided to drop it. I didn’t want to harp on negativity. Plus, I’d never spent so much time with Stenton. He could be an introvert for all I knew.
