her pancreas, and it was merciful she went so quickly.”
Their entrees came and the talk shifted to other things.
She said hesitantly, “You mentioned your Mom was a big, beautiful woman.”
Did he? Right. He did. That part was true.
“Yes, she was.”
Jessica raised her eyes shyly to his. “Is that why . . . you don’t mind being seen with me?”
Her lack of self-confidence astounded him. And not in a bad way, but an empathetic one. He remembered how his mother seemed to have issues as well, but not with being a BBW. She had issues with her hallucinations and delusions and what lurked beneath the house.
A surge of something protective and warm came over him towards Jessica.
“I would be seen with you anytime,” he said truthfully and somewhat a little fiercely. “Don’t bring this up again. Please. We have spent most of our conversation so far talking about weight in one form or another. It isn’t a problem for me and it never will be. So I’m not going to bring it up if you don’t. Got that?”
She smiled, her eyes shining, and nodded. He didn’t know it then, but that was the moment a bond was forged between the two of them.
A bond he didn’t realize would be so potent and destructive until later.
DREAM GUY
Kyle was everything Jessica had dreamt of and more.
She had never honestly met anyone who was so easy to talk to, Lyla included. With Lyla, she had to skirt over some issues sometimes because Lyla got so worked up about everything. But Kyle was the type of person she felt immediately at ease with.
To borrow an old cliché, there was an instant chemistry between them.
So she had gotten the elephant in the room out of the way. He didn’t care about the way she looked. Of course, he doesn’t! He met you on a BBW dating website, didn’t he? And he was every bit as gorgeous as his photo was. Even more so, because the person himself glowed with a vitality which could not be captured by pixels alone.
When he laughed, his eyes crinkled. He smiled often, and it was heavenly to see. His eyes were so blue that she couldn’t stop catching her breath over them. Can he be real? He’s so gorgeous! And he’s here with me.
ME!
She had to keep pinching herself to assure this wasn’t a dream.
As the evening wore on, she told him more and more about herself and her family. He was genuinely interested in everything she had to say. She told him about Lyla.
“She was always the one who defended me in school. I don’t know what I could have done without her.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d do pretty well,” he said. “Humans have a coping mechanism to get them through life. You would have adapted in one way or another.”
“How do you know so much about humans?”
“I minored in Psychology. It was the subject I loved best, but my father wanted me to go into something related to real estate.” He shrugged.
“Did you resent that?”
“No. It was my – ” he hesitated “ – wish to honor my father’s wishes.” He composed his features again and she sensed that he had instinctively wanted to use another word. “It’s OK, really. Architecture would have been my second choice.”
Again, she sensed the wistfulness in his voice, as though he didn’t really have a choice in what he wanted to do in life.
“Are you the eldest son?” she asked.
“Yes. Fortunately and unfortunately.” He laughed. “But enough about me. I want to know more about you. Any boyfriends?”
She blushed. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Obviously.” His eyes twinkled. “I meant before this.”
“No.”
“Seriously? Not even one?”
She shook her head.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Who did you go to the prom with?”
“Myself. I went to a public school where the girls were always in one clique or another. Lyla and I didn’t quite fit, but at least she fit better than I did. She was always so smart and pretty, and so she got a date to the prom. When I didn’t, she asked me to