that going?”
“It’s fine. Hard work but I’m learning.”
“I bet. I feel bad for you. Spending the whole summer with Justin. Staying away from him?”
“We barely speak,” I say truthfully.
“That’s my girl.” Zach pulls out his phone. “Sorry. I owe someone a text.”
I watch as he texts while driving. I hate that this makes me so nervous. His eyes never leave his phone yet we are driving sixty-seven miles per hour. Marissa always texts while driving and I'm still not comfortable with it. I clutch the door handle and pray we won’t hit anything or anyone. He explains he was arranging another captain’s practice for this weekend.
I hide my sigh of relief in a steady breath when Zach pulls us safely into Romano’s parking lot. He meets me in front of the Jeep and wraps his warm hand around mine, leading me into the restaurant. We are immediately seated at a small table up front near the window. I mask a bit of disappointment when we aren’t given that table in the back corner. Goosebumps prickle my arms as I scan my menu. Something hums above me; of course I'm sitting right under the air-conditioning vent.
I eye the women around me. Only a few wear cardigans while most endure the temperature to show off their outfits. Fashion obviously outweighs comfort in the dating world. I smile at Zach, determined not to let the temperature ruin my date or my outfit.
Zach reaches his hand across the table and intertwines his fingers in mine. I willingly allow him to dominate the dinner conversation. He talks about lacrosse and shares his hopes of getting an athletic scholarship. I reassure him and he squeezes my hand in response. Zach seems gentler without his team around. He keeps eyeing me and from time to time, tells me how beautiful I look.
Zach’s attention and the dim lighting lull me into a romantic haze. Every time he repositions his hand in mine, a chill wanders up my spine.
After dinner, he suggests a walk in the park. The sun is almost set and brilliant colors fill the sky. Soon the lamp posts will light as the sky darkens. He puts his arm around me as we walk the paths toward the river. He slides his hand into my back pocket.
My face warms. It feels awkward having his hand there and I know we are now one of those silly couples with their hands on one another’s butt. But, somehow, it makes me feel good knowing that I am Hand on the Butt worthy.
I can’t wait to tell Marissa.
Zach walks me over to a bench behind a hedge, completely private.
“We can watch the sunset best from here,” he whispers in my ear as we sit down. His skin is so warm next to mine.
It’s like I’m living out a scene in a movie.
Zach pulls me close to him and we cuddle silently as the sun slips away. The extraneous noises of the park die down as well. Our secluded bench might as well be a deserted island.
My heart pumps in my head. The feeling of Zach’s hand rubbing up and down my arm is electrifying. I shudder in anticipation.
Zach pulls me close to him and presses his lips softly to mine. It's unlike any of his kisses before. Maybe this is the real Zach? I can’t get enough of the tenderness of his kiss. I respond with the same pressure, letting him know this is the type of kissing I like. I pull my fingers through his hair as he pulls my waist closer.
He continues to kiss me, the passion increasing. His hands wander up and down my back. I am lost in him. Somehow, he moves me from the bench onto the grass below. He presses his body into mine and his hand wanders up and down my thigh.
His kiss intensifies, pushing his tongue into my mouth with a bit too much force. It becomes too much and I need a moment to breathe. His weight is crushing. I push away from him as his hand wanders up my top. He keeps kissing me, a bit softer now, supporting more of his weight as he leaves his hand resting on my waist.
I return his kisses but my mind is racing a million miles per second. How far does Zach want to go? How far
“It’s fine. Hard work but I’m learning.”
“I bet. I feel bad for you. Spending the whole summer with Justin. Staying away from him?”
“We barely speak,” I say truthfully.
“That’s my girl.” Zach pulls out his phone. “Sorry. I owe someone a text.”
I watch as he texts while driving. I hate that this makes me so nervous. His eyes never leave his phone yet we are driving sixty-seven miles per hour. Marissa always texts while driving and I'm still not comfortable with it. I clutch the door handle and pray we won’t hit anything or anyone. He explains he was arranging another captain’s practice for this weekend.
I hide my sigh of relief in a steady breath when Zach pulls us safely into Romano’s parking lot. He meets me in front of the Jeep and wraps his warm hand around mine, leading me into the restaurant. We are immediately seated at a small table up front near the window. I mask a bit of disappointment when we aren’t given that table in the back corner. Goosebumps prickle my arms as I scan my menu. Something hums above me; of course I'm sitting right under the air-conditioning vent.
I eye the women around me. Only a few wear cardigans while most endure the temperature to show off their outfits. Fashion obviously outweighs comfort in the dating world. I smile at Zach, determined not to let the temperature ruin my date or my outfit.
Zach reaches his hand across the table and intertwines his fingers in mine. I willingly allow him to dominate the dinner conversation. He talks about lacrosse and shares his hopes of getting an athletic scholarship. I reassure him and he squeezes my hand in response. Zach seems gentler without his team around. He keeps eyeing me and from time to time, tells me how beautiful I look.
Zach’s attention and the dim lighting lull me into a romantic haze. Every time he repositions his hand in mine, a chill wanders up my spine.
After dinner, he suggests a walk in the park. The sun is almost set and brilliant colors fill the sky. Soon the lamp posts will light as the sky darkens. He puts his arm around me as we walk the paths toward the river. He slides his hand into my back pocket.
My face warms. It feels awkward having his hand there and I know we are now one of those silly couples with their hands on one another’s butt. But, somehow, it makes me feel good knowing that I am Hand on the Butt worthy.
I can’t wait to tell Marissa.
Zach walks me over to a bench behind a hedge, completely private.
“We can watch the sunset best from here,” he whispers in my ear as we sit down. His skin is so warm next to mine.
It’s like I’m living out a scene in a movie.
Zach pulls me close to him and we cuddle silently as the sun slips away. The extraneous noises of the park die down as well. Our secluded bench might as well be a deserted island.
My heart pumps in my head. The feeling of Zach’s hand rubbing up and down my arm is electrifying. I shudder in anticipation.
Zach pulls me close to him and presses his lips softly to mine. It's unlike any of his kisses before. Maybe this is the real Zach? I can’t get enough of the tenderness of his kiss. I respond with the same pressure, letting him know this is the type of kissing I like. I pull my fingers through his hair as he pulls my waist closer.
He continues to kiss me, the passion increasing. His hands wander up and down my back. I am lost in him. Somehow, he moves me from the bench onto the grass below. He presses his body into mine and his hand wanders up and down my thigh.
His kiss intensifies, pushing his tongue into my mouth with a bit too much force. It becomes too much and I need a moment to breathe. His weight is crushing. I push away from him as his hand wanders up my top. He keeps kissing me, a bit softer now, supporting more of his weight as he leaves his hand resting on my waist.
I return his kisses but my mind is racing a million miles per second. How far does Zach want to go? How far
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