Unbuckling her seat belt, she leaned over the wheel of her car to reach for her purse laying on the floor of the passenger side. Pulling out her lipstick from the heavy black bag, she looked into the mirror above her and quickly glided a bright red hue over her dull pout. Despite it being a cool 70ish Fahrenheit with the sun out, she had just finished drinking a hot chai latte to soothe her nerves.
After getting one of his texts, she hurried from the pond to the supermarket off College Avenue to meet him in the parking lot. But she had waited in an anxious frenzy for 10 minutes before finally seeing him hurrying over to her car.
Unlocking the doors as he made his way in, he opened the door and propped himself into the passenger side as his eyes darted back and forth from the bodies making their way into the grocery store.
“You okay?” she asked as he sat inside the car with his eyes up front. “I feel like it’s been days. I missed—”
He turned to her with a calmness as their eyes met. Sighing, he leaned into her, his hand scooping the back of her head as he pressed his mouth onto hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath, sending a tingle all over her body. His tongue glided gently against her lower lip, sending a sudden quiver to the surface of her skin. Feeling him smile in her mouth, he pulled back, but not before their noses touched as their eyes were stuck on one another.
“I’m okay,” he said, laying his head back on the head rest, looking at her.
“Where’s…” she asked.
“At church, with my parents,” he answered, his eyes on the dashboard of her car. Leaning over, he picked up a car brochure and turned to her. “What’s this?”
“I’m thinking of getting a Jeep — what do you mean church, though?” she asked. “Today’s Mother’s Day. You’re not at church with them then to celebrate Mother’s Day?” (more…)