by Phil Fragasso
GENRE: Chick-lit, bittersweet romance
Adam Donatello and Nina Morales share an immediate and powerful attraction, and their future together seems assured. But love is difficult enough without adding complications – real or imagined – to the mix. Nina sees life as a thousand shades of gray, while Adam tends towards black-and-white. He wants to move fast; she needs time. Nina sees her past liaisons with women as immaterial to their relationship, while her disclosure drives Adam to a state of irrational jealousy. He doesn't know how he could compete with a woman; and his suspicions – which Nina views as hypocritical – lead them both to make decisions they may live to regret.
“So where are you taking me?” Nina asked. “I bet you’ve been planning and sweating about it all day. Right? Am I right? Am I, am I?”
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and kept my eyes on the road. “I thought I’d play it by ear. Maybe start off with a game of glow-in-the-dark miniature golf at the mall, followed by dinner at KFC in the food court, get falling down drunk at a biker bar, and then get matching tattoos.”
“What more could a girl ask for?”
“Or on the other hand. I could go all traditional on you.” I reached to the floor behind the passenger seat and retrieved the small bouquet of daisies I’d bought on the way to her place. “For you, my dear.”
Prior to that moment I would have bet the house that I could never do or say anything that would surprise or truly rattle Nina, but I was wrong. She did several double-takes before accepting the flowers and a deep flush crept across her cheeks. She smelled the flowers and I would swear on my grandmother’s grave that her eyes fluttered and her lips quivered.
“You’re a regular Prince Charming,” she said softly. She placed a hand on my forearm and gently squeezed.
I was on
Drive and took an exit to cross the river to the side. Boston
“So you’re taking me to the big city?” Nina asked.
“Come on, Adam. Tell me where we’re going.”
“Why, you getting worried?”
“Not at all. I just have a lot of allergies and I don’t want it to be embarrassing for you if I puke at the dinner table.”
“Shit. I never even thought of that.” My chest tightened and I turned toward Nina with narrowed eyes. “What kind of allergies do you have?”
“Well for starters,” she said, “red meat gives me the runs. Chicken makes my tongue swell up like a python that’s just swallowed a piglet. Which reminds me—pork makes me gassier than the farting scene in Blazing Saddles. I’m okay with most seafood as long as it’s from the
or Indian Ocean. The doctors aren’t quite sure why that is. Vegetables are okay
but they have to be grown hydroponically. I also get severe cramps from dairy
products. But, oddly enough, I’m fine with gluten and peanuts. Go figure.”
“Holy shit. How long have you been living like this?”
“For never.” Nina tossed her hair back and filled the car with a cackle of unabashed joy. “I just like messing with you. You’re always so serious looking.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Phil Fragasso sold his first article at the age of 16. Since then he has written and published a wide variety of books, articles and essays. After many years as a corporate marketer, he left to pursue endeavors that were more fulfilling personally and more contributory on a societal level. Today he focuses his time on writing and teaching.
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