“I do,” Dragon nodded.
“Do you
have a lot of experience dating women who don’t like to eat?” Winter asked. She probably shouldn’t have probed, but she was curious, and he seemed honest enough. Besides, she’d had his penis inside of her. They were close enough to ask each other questions.
“Some,” Dragon nodded. He started picking up some of Winter’s random non-book items, and she picked up the rest. Then together, they started walking toward the nearest big house. Apparently, that was where Dragon lived.
Winter had been lucky when she’d chosen her secret camping spot.
Well, lucky or destined to have something exciting happen to her. She wasn’t sure which it was.
“Tell me more.”
“Well,” he said slowly, “I don’t date a lot these days.”
“Why not?”
“So many questions, little Coconut,” Dragon shook his head.
“Sorry. I’m just curious.”
“It’s okay. I’m happy to share.”
“Well, then?”
“I don’t date a lot because I’m busy with work. If I’m being honest with you,” he looked at her slyly, “then it’s kind of an excuse.”
“Why?”
“Because my brothers both just got married, and I’m the last single guy in my family.”
“That must be hard,” she said. She understood how messy family relationships could be. “That’s how my family is, too.”
“Your brothers are both married?”
“Yep,” she nodded. “I have two younger brothers who both got married. My family always jokes about me being an old maid,” she shrugged.
“That sounds annoying.”
“It kind of is,” she agreed. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anything wrong with me.”
At least, she didn’t think that there was. Her mother always seemed to think that there was, but Winter kind of believed that she was sort of, a little bit, okay. There was just a lot of pressure in her family to perform, and to be even more than she already was.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Dragon spoke with such confidence that she smiled. Maybe he was right. Maybe there really wasn’t anything the matter with her.
They reached the gate and Dragon reached for the keypad. He punched in a number, and the keypad blinked twice and then there was a clicking sound. Then the gate swung open. Winter noticed a little sign below the keypad with the name of the security company.
“Oh hey,” she pointed to the sign. “Monster Brothers Security.”
Dragon tensed and turned to her.
“You’ve heard of them?”
“Yeah, they’re fantastic,” she said. She almost blurted out that she’d been working on a story about their company and how the three brothers had built it from the ground up, but she didn’t.
If Dragon hadn’t even shared his real name, chances were that he didn’t want to share personal job information, either. He probably didn’t care at all that she was a writer, or that she’d quit her job over an ethical dilemma, or that she was doing her best to make a name for herself as a writer.
He probably didn’t care at all, but she did.