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Denver Cereal, Volume 1, Chapter Nineteen: So I’m asking . . . (part one)


(part one)

“Maybe you can stop going to every hair stylist in the city,” Jacob said.

“I … I … I …”


“But …”

“Go!” As Aden ran toward the door, Jacob yelled, “Just leave the …”

Aden stopped at the door and threw the box to Jacob. Aden ran past a stunned girl standing at the door.

“Jill?” Aden asked as he passed.

The girl nodded.

“Aden. Go on in. He’s waiting for you.”

Just as Aden rounded the nurses’ station, he heard the elevator bell ring. With a burst of speed, he slipped through the closing elevator doors.


“Hi,” Jill said.

Jacob scooted over in the bed. Jill sat down next to him. She leaned toward him, closed her eyes, and was swept away, again, by his lips. Each delicate kiss led to a deeper kiss. The motion of his lips brought a well of warmth that rose through her core. If she thought it possible, Jill would swear she had kiss orgasms. Breaking off the kiss was like coming to the end of a great ride at Disneyland. He left her willing to wait in a long, long line for the chance to take the ride again.

“I have something for you,” Jacob said.

His left hand stroked her hair. The bruise on her cheekbone was turning purple and a little yellow. He kissed her bruised cheek.

“I can’t really get on bended knee, but the moment I can, I will.”

Jill jerked back from him. She puzzled at his statement. Shaking her head slightly, she said, “What?”

“Shh,” Jacob said. “I’ve practiced.”

“You … I … I mean …”

Jacob sighed. Jill wasn’t going to make this easy for him. He put his fingertips over her sputtering mouth.

“Will you marry me?”

Jacob removed his fingertips from her mouth. Jill’s face broke into a huge blushing smile.

“Really? I mean, I know that I said that I would marry you … and you asked at Pete’s, but …” Jill’s words came in a flood. “You haven’t even known me a week. And we’ve only had sex once and you don’t know … I mean, I suck in bed … and I have a child and …”

Jacob flopped back on the bed. Jill laughed at the exasperated look on his face.

“Well, what about the sex thing?” Jill asked. “I really don’t know anything, and …”

“I think people learn from each other. I don’t know anything, not one thing, about really pleasing you,” Jacob said. “But I’m more than ready to spend a lifetime learning from you.”

Jill blushed and looked at her hands.

“So what do you say?” Jacob asked.

At that moment, the nurse propped opened the door to Jacob’s room. Two male attendants followed the nurse into the room. Moving quickly, the nurse began unhooking Jacob from the machines by his bed. Jill stood from the bed.

“What’s going on?” Jacob asked.

“There’s an opening in the surgical suite. The doctor that was here this morning?”


“He put you on an unofficial waiting list.” The nurse shrugged. “They’ll do your fusion today.”

The attendants pushed the bed away from the wall.

“Right this moment?” Jacob asked.

The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…

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