A/N- This little piece of literary geunius was inspired by Thong Song by Sisqo. Because Sisqo's mad talent and deep lyrics scream genius.
Enjoy.
Her ass was amazing.
Yeah, he'd said it. Fucking amazing. He probably shouldn't be thinking this, after all these years. But goddamn. He had run into her, after nearly six years, at a coffee shop in Montreal.
He had noticed her before he even saw her. That ass was hard to mistake, perfectly round, bent over a stroller.
"Manny," he said in a smooth voice.
She stood up and turned around, surprise etched upon her face. "Craig," she breathed.
"How are you?" he asked, looking her up and down.
"Good." she smiled and returned the favor. "This is Emma's son, Matthew, I'm watching him for the day."
"Emma, huh? How is she doing?" He didn't really care, Manny was wearing a low cut shirt, and fuck, after all these years, she could still do things to him.
"She's great. Her and Jay are doing great."
"And how are you, Manny?" There was a second question hidden within that one, they both knew it.
"I'm pretty good." Manny licked her lips and pushed her long, black hair behind her right ear.
"I'm staying in the hotel down the road from here, you should come by. So we can-" he looked her up and down, "catch up."
Manny smirked, her eyes sparkling. "Sure, what room?"
He gave her the room number, grabbed his coffee and headed for the door. He reached for the handle, but didn't open it until he had thrown his head over his shoulder and looked at that ass one last time.
Goddamn.