his pocket.
“Nothing.” I answered, afraid she might tell him even she agreed we’d waited long enough to have sex.
“I have to go.” She shut my closet door unsatisfied with the selection. “Have fun.”
Once the door to my room closed behind her, Charlie pulled me playfully into his arms.
“What’s the scarf for?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
I looked into his bright green eyes, contrasting nicely with his dark, almost black, mussed hair. They were playful as always.
“I couldn’t wait to see you.” His arms circled my waist.
“We were together yesterday.”
“I know. A whole twenty-four hours ago.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
Charlie bent down to meet my lips. I loved his lips. They were soft and warm. The most kissable lips I’d ever encountered. His mouth opened. He always tasted sweet, like bubble gum.
Once we started kissing I lost sense of time and place. His hands roamed over my back, through my hair. I inched in closer to him, pressing my chest against his, feeling my cheeks getting hot. A delightful torture, wanting to let loose, to give in to his touch, knowing I couldn’t.
“Hem hem . . . ”
I pushed Charlie away as if his mouth suddenly turned venomous. My mother stood staring at us, leaning on the door jamb, her arms crossed, clearing her throat.
“Hello Charles.” She only called him by his proper name when she was annoyed with him, which wasn’t often. “Can I trust you two to behave yourselves this evening?” she asked, partially kidding.
“Of course,” Charlie answered with his arm around me. I could tell the way he looked down at the floor he felt embarrassed.
“Alright then. I’ll expect you home by twelve. If you’re going to be late, call me.” Then she broke down and smiled. “Have a good time.”
“We will.” I answered.
Seventeen
I pulled the seatbelt over my lap and waited until I heard the click of the buckle. Charlie pulled my scarf from his pocket. I’d forgotten about it until then.
“Are you going to tell me what that’s for?” I asked.
“It’s a blindfold.” He answered.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” he smiled mischievously. “Scared?”
“No.” I answered without hesitation. “Don’t you think that’s a little corny though?”
“Do you trust me?” he asked playfully.
“Of course I do.”
“Well then?” He raised his brows and I reluctantly turned, allowing him to cover my eyes with the black scarf.
Once he tied it, his hands dropped to my shoulders, his lips to my neck.
“My mother’s probably watching.” I protested.
He stopped, sighed loudly for effect and started the car. Before I knew it we were on our way. I hadn’t the slightest idea where. Surprised at how awkward and insecure I felt with my eyes covered I couldn’t help but think about my earlier conversation with Maria.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to wait for Jordan. To hope someday he would realize he always loved me, and sweep me off my feet. Didn’t I argue with my mother for years about this very same thing?
My mother never passed up an opportunity to haunt me. Anytime I’d mention I saw him, or he called, she’d follow up with, “It’s time to move on.”
Her voice echoed in my head, “You’re wasting your time dwelling on Jordan. Nothing will ever happen between you two.” Or, “If he liked you he would’ve asked you on a date by now. You need to forget him.”
“He does like me,” I’d fire back.
“Honey, actions speak louder than words.”
I knew that. It’s precisely those actions that had me so convinced. Every time Jordan looked at me, his eyes twinkled and glistened no matter the time of day or night. Even in a crowd his eyes sought me out and smiled. And I’d turn to jelly.
Jordan had an automatic reaction to flirt whenever a girl was nearby.
Any girl.
But it was different with me. If a hundred girls surrounded him, he’d make his way over and his
“Nothing.” I answered, afraid she might tell him even she agreed we’d waited long enough to have sex.
“I have to go.” She shut my closet door unsatisfied with the selection. “Have fun.”
Once the door to my room closed behind her, Charlie pulled me playfully into his arms.
“What’s the scarf for?” I asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
I looked into his bright green eyes, contrasting nicely with his dark, almost black, mussed hair. They were playful as always.
“I couldn’t wait to see you.” His arms circled my waist.
“We were together yesterday.”
“I know. A whole twenty-four hours ago.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
Charlie bent down to meet my lips. I loved his lips. They were soft and warm. The most kissable lips I’d ever encountered. His mouth opened. He always tasted sweet, like bubble gum.
Once we started kissing I lost sense of time and place. His hands roamed over my back, through my hair. I inched in closer to him, pressing my chest against his, feeling my cheeks getting hot. A delightful torture, wanting to let loose, to give in to his touch, knowing I couldn’t.
“Hem hem . . . ”
I pushed Charlie away as if his mouth suddenly turned venomous. My mother stood staring at us, leaning on the door jamb, her arms crossed, clearing her throat.
“Hello Charles.” She only called him by his proper name when she was annoyed with him, which wasn’t often. “Can I trust you two to behave yourselves this evening?” she asked, partially kidding.
“Of course,” Charlie answered with his arm around me. I could tell the way he looked down at the floor he felt embarrassed.
“Alright then. I’ll expect you home by twelve. If you’re going to be late, call me.” Then she broke down and smiled. “Have a good time.”
“We will.” I answered.
Seventeen
I pulled the seatbelt over my lap and waited until I heard the click of the buckle. Charlie pulled my scarf from his pocket. I’d forgotten about it until then.
“Are you going to tell me what that’s for?” I asked.
“It’s a blindfold.” He answered.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” he smiled mischievously. “Scared?”
“No.” I answered without hesitation. “Don’t you think that’s a little corny though?”
“Do you trust me?” he asked playfully.
“Of course I do.”
“Well then?” He raised his brows and I reluctantly turned, allowing him to cover my eyes with the black scarf.
Once he tied it, his hands dropped to my shoulders, his lips to my neck.
“My mother’s probably watching.” I protested.
He stopped, sighed loudly for effect and started the car. Before I knew it we were on our way. I hadn’t the slightest idea where. Surprised at how awkward and insecure I felt with my eyes covered I couldn’t help but think about my earlier conversation with Maria.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to wait for Jordan. To hope someday he would realize he always loved me, and sweep me off my feet. Didn’t I argue with my mother for years about this very same thing?
My mother never passed up an opportunity to haunt me. Anytime I’d mention I saw him, or he called, she’d follow up with, “It’s time to move on.”
Her voice echoed in my head, “You’re wasting your time dwelling on Jordan. Nothing will ever happen between you two.” Or, “If he liked you he would’ve asked you on a date by now. You need to forget him.”
“He does like me,” I’d fire back.
“Honey, actions speak louder than words.”
I knew that. It’s precisely those actions that had me so convinced. Every time Jordan looked at me, his eyes twinkled and glistened no matter the time of day or night. Even in a crowd his eyes sought me out and smiled. And I’d turn to jelly.
Jordan had an automatic reaction to flirt whenever a girl was nearby.
Any girl.
But it was different with me. If a hundred girls surrounded him, he’d make his way over and his
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