“Promise not to laugh?” he asked, deciding her comment had to be a blanket statement. Everyone had a family.
“If it’s funny, I’ll laugh.” She smiled at him.
“I’m the youngest boy and was always teased growing up.” He sat down across from her and lifted his glass. “Cheers.”
Her pink lips touched the glass and she took a sip of water. All he could think about was finding a way to get his lips on hers.
“Teased about what?” She licked them.
The table shook when he squirmed and tried to cross his legs, cutting the circulation to a specific body part. Having dinner with his hot female partner was a really bad idea. “My brothers were jocks. And big. Actually wide. They were known as the ‘Double Mac Attack Brown Brothers’.” Travis winced at the memories of his two older, bigger and much broader brothers. He had been a scrawny kid, but his choice in sports had been the clincher.
“Why not include you in the ‘Mac Attack’ thing?” She pursed her lips, “You’re very…kind of…jock like.”
Travis laughed out loud. “It’s the ‘kind of’ part that kept me from following in my older brothers’ footsteps. Let’s just say they’re three times as wide as me and twice as strong.”
“Whoa.” She looked him over. “Still don’t get it.”
“They used to call me Travina.” He found himself laughing. He’d hated being called that as a kid, but now it was just plain funny.
“Excuse me?” She sipped her water. “As in a sissy? You? Never.”
“I’d prefer to have been seen as that soft, sensitive kind of guy. You know, the ones you want to bring home and cuddle with.” He winked.
“Being a nice guy has nothing to do with masculinity. Why call you Travina for having the ability to cook and being sensitive.”
“Because they played football, hockey and baseball, and I was on the gymnastics team. I was a little more limber than most of the girls which caused me a lot of grief. Still does sometimes.”
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