Summer Breeze
People always took advantage of venturing outdoors in the season of back yard barbecues, road trips, birthdays, and the fourth of July when there was a break in the sweltering heat and a cool night ahead in Las Vegas.
Warrick was convinced that no one knew that better than he; he'd been living in Las Vegas his whole life, and if there was a day during school break where it was tolerable and a nice night was promised, he was out; most times leaving his grandmother to fend for herself that day, though not completely helpless (she actually had to venture into the kitchen and make her own lemonade).
As he grew older, school break was no longer necessary, and he became an adult and he had gotten to the point where he couldn't really have the pleasure of taking the season off. These days, it was only by request that he could have a day or two off from work; Lord knows he's got enough overtime stocked.
So, he took advantage of taking the day off, giving a whole new meaning to how he spent a cool, breezy day.
When he was six he went to the park, when he was twelve he played baseball, when he was fifteen he held poker nights at the rec center, when he was twenty one he went clubbing with his college buddies, and now, pushing thirty five, he'd decided to do something different on this particular temperate day.
He went back to his bedroom to look in on her. She was sleeping very well, considering the activities from earlier in the morning, and it's not without a satisfied, yet kinky smile that he thinks about that. All he could see buried deep in the sea of covers was her reddish brown coif. She had opened the window, and the wind came in, splaying her hair out in the sunlight and making her stir.
By this time, Warrick had gotten back on the bed and he kissed her shoulder.
She smiled into the pillows.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Hey yourself," she said huskily as she turned to him.
"I made some lunch," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.
"You did?" She asked seductively. "Well, am I ever going to make it out of this bed?"
She got on top of him and began to kiss his neck and chest.
"Sara," he said. "If you keep that up you won't."
"And is that so bad?" She asked, inches away from his lips.
"No, but I've got food waiting," he said before things got out of his control.
Sara came into the kitchen stretching luxuriously in one of his shirts. She couldn't remember the last time she spent a lazy sabbatical season day with Warrick. All of her other school breaks paled in comparison to the relaxed and quiet day she was spending with Warrick.
"I wish we had holiday like all the other school kids," she groaned as she picked up a piece of tomato.
"Yeah, well, they'll be adults soon," Warrick sighed as he fixed a plate for her. "But you know, I was just thinking about how I used to spend the time for the ice cream man and swimming pools. I'd always wait for days like these."
"Yeah, well, in Frisco, the weather was always nice and cool, so we didn't have the 'dog days'," she said. "But each dry season, there was always something new, hormones raging, or some weird fad, or a fling."
They looked at each other for a moment.
"A fling huh?" Warrick asked.
Sara sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Even if this is a fling," she started, looking deep into his eyes. "At least we had a good time, right?"
She deadpanned her statement with a kiss and he nodded.
He smiled as she grabbed their plates and headed outside to the porch.
Yes, on breezy days such as this, Warrick Brown took advantage of the day.
He was thirty five and falling in love.