and has mouth like a
trucker.”
“Yes. Yes. And Yes.”
“Well, get out here, we’ll be back before
your Mom gets home.”
“But I’m in my pajamas.”
He quirks me a grin. “Does it look like I
care?”
“No.”
Adam reaches for me. “Hold on,” I tell him.
Then I check my bedroom door to make sure it’s locked. Just in case
Mom comes home early.
I slide my torso out the window and He
cradles me in his arms once I’m out completely and then he dips me
forward and I plant my feet firmly into the earth. A strand of my
hair falls into my face. I blow on the spiral curl, and Adam tucks
it behind my ear. The tip of his finger lightly caresses my cheek
and a rush of heat fills me up. Consumes me.
A soft seductive smile curls on his lips and
I feel like I’ve swallowed a jar of bees. They’re buzzing around in
my stomach. Adam makes me nervous. When I first laid eyes on him, I
thought I’d loathe him for the rest of eternity. Now, I think I
like him. “Where are we going?” I ask as he laces his fingers
through mine.
My limbs tingle. I keep looking down at our
hands. Another smile. A smile so beautiful and so perfect, that a
flash of it makes me melt inside.
Adam guides me to a small slope in my
backyard. He lets go of my hand and I feel like I’ve been ripped in
half. I want him to touch me again. I want to feel heat surge
throughout my body. I want to go up in flames. He pats and empty
spot next to him. “Are you going to sit with me or what?”
I sit down gingerly. Even though I want
nothing more than to be covered by a blanket of his arms, I keep my
distance. There’s so much about Adam that I don’t know. There’s so
much about Adam that I want to know. I tilt my head up and stare at
the stars. The glowing balls of fire remind me of the fire that’s
growing inside of me for Adam. The fire that began as crackling
embers. Now the orange and red flames are a tiny smolder.
“So you got me out here,” I say as we face
each other. “What are you going to do with me?”
He laughs, amused. “What do you want me to
do?” He slides closer.
Instinctively, my arm shoots out and my
fingers brush against his stomach. His abs protrude through his
shirt and I feel like I’m a blind person reading braille. I push
him away. “Nothing.” I’m lying. The second I touched him I felt a
spark. Maybe even a sensation close to magnets being drawn
together.
As he scoots away, an ache throbs in my
heart. The darkness in front of me blurs my vision. I’m drowning in
a sea of black. Soon my entire body will be underneath the dark,
choppy waters. I look at Adam, who is looking at me. Again I replay
the first time I saw him. I replay him laughing at me. “What are
you thinking about?” he asks curiously.
“I’m thinking about the first time I saw you
in the school parking lot. And how you laughed at me,” I say an
edge to my voice.
He raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“It sure looked that way to me.”
“I wasn’t. Trust me.”
I have a problem with trusting people. It’s
not that I don’t want to. But after my father left, I built up a
wall. I trusted my father. He said he’d always be there for me and
he hasn’t been. His responsibilities as a parent don’t matter. I
don’t matter.
A cool breeze whips through the night air. I
shiver and rub warmth into my arms. Adam notices this right away.
“You’re cold.” He removes his sweater and holds it out to me.
“Here,” he tells me. “Take it.” I’m silent for a minute. I can’t
breathe. He sits across from me in nothing but a wife beater as the
moonlight highlights the defined muscles in his arms. He keeps his
hand out. “Just take it.”
My fingers graze his as I take the sweatshirt
and I look away from him, blushing. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Not really.”
I wrap his sweatshirt around my shoulders and
his scent swells in my nostrils. I inhale deeply, cocooned in
Adam’s
trucker.”
“Yes. Yes. And Yes.”
“Well, get out here, we’ll be back before
your Mom gets home.”
“But I’m in my pajamas.”
He quirks me a grin. “Does it look like I
care?”
“No.”
Adam reaches for me. “Hold on,” I tell him.
Then I check my bedroom door to make sure it’s locked. Just in case
Mom comes home early.
I slide my torso out the window and He
cradles me in his arms once I’m out completely and then he dips me
forward and I plant my feet firmly into the earth. A strand of my
hair falls into my face. I blow on the spiral curl, and Adam tucks
it behind my ear. The tip of his finger lightly caresses my cheek
and a rush of heat fills me up. Consumes me.
A soft seductive smile curls on his lips and
I feel like I’ve swallowed a jar of bees. They’re buzzing around in
my stomach. Adam makes me nervous. When I first laid eyes on him, I
thought I’d loathe him for the rest of eternity. Now, I think I
like him. “Where are we going?” I ask as he laces his fingers
through mine.
My limbs tingle. I keep looking down at our
hands. Another smile. A smile so beautiful and so perfect, that a
flash of it makes me melt inside.
Adam guides me to a small slope in my
backyard. He lets go of my hand and I feel like I’ve been ripped in
half. I want him to touch me again. I want to feel heat surge
throughout my body. I want to go up in flames. He pats and empty
spot next to him. “Are you going to sit with me or what?”
I sit down gingerly. Even though I want
nothing more than to be covered by a blanket of his arms, I keep my
distance. There’s so much about Adam that I don’t know. There’s so
much about Adam that I want to know. I tilt my head up and stare at
the stars. The glowing balls of fire remind me of the fire that’s
growing inside of me for Adam. The fire that began as crackling
embers. Now the orange and red flames are a tiny smolder.
“So you got me out here,” I say as we face
each other. “What are you going to do with me?”
He laughs, amused. “What do you want me to
do?” He slides closer.
Instinctively, my arm shoots out and my
fingers brush against his stomach. His abs protrude through his
shirt and I feel like I’m a blind person reading braille. I push
him away. “Nothing.” I’m lying. The second I touched him I felt a
spark. Maybe even a sensation close to magnets being drawn
together.
As he scoots away, an ache throbs in my
heart. The darkness in front of me blurs my vision. I’m drowning in
a sea of black. Soon my entire body will be underneath the dark,
choppy waters. I look at Adam, who is looking at me. Again I replay
the first time I saw him. I replay him laughing at me. “What are
you thinking about?” he asks curiously.
“I’m thinking about the first time I saw you
in the school parking lot. And how you laughed at me,” I say an
edge to my voice.
He raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“It sure looked that way to me.”
“I wasn’t. Trust me.”
I have a problem with trusting people. It’s
not that I don’t want to. But after my father left, I built up a
wall. I trusted my father. He said he’d always be there for me and
he hasn’t been. His responsibilities as a parent don’t matter. I
don’t matter.
A cool breeze whips through the night air. I
shiver and rub warmth into my arms. Adam notices this right away.
“You’re cold.” He removes his sweater and holds it out to me.
“Here,” he tells me. “Take it.” I’m silent for a minute. I can’t
breathe. He sits across from me in nothing but a wife beater as the
moonlight highlights the defined muscles in his arms. He keeps his
hand out. “Just take it.”
My fingers graze his as I take the sweatshirt
and I look away from him, blushing. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Not really.”
I wrap his sweatshirt around my shoulders and
his scent swells in my nostrils. I inhale deeply, cocooned in
Adam’s
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