It’s dark now, and the moon is reflecting over the river. It turned out to be a really nice night. Just warm enough with a clear, black sky.
“Maybe we can go to an art museum in the city?” she suggests.
“I’d like that,” I tell her, stroking my thumb lightly across her skin. She tilts her head and kisses my neck, sending shockwaves through my body. I don’t know what it is, but her touch, it’s magnetic. It electrifies me in ways I never knew possible.
“It’s getting late.” She sighs, and I know exactly what that means. Our precious time is coming to an end. I hug her tightly for just a minute more, then I let go. She stands up and reaches out her hand. I take it, and this time is feels different, like we connected somehow.
We walk hand in hand, past busy restaurants and closed shops, through the parking lot of the hospital until we get to the side street her car is parked on. Her two door Audi is covered in shadows from the streetlights by hovering trees. She hits the unlock button on her keychain, and the hazards flash yellow. But before she opens the door, I press my body against hers. I can’t help it. I’m craving just the feel of her. I run my nose down her neck, inhaling her fresh scent. It’s driving me crazy. She’s pinned between me and the car, her back to my front. I run my hands along her arms and kiss her lightly behind her ear. She shivers slightly, and I can’t help but smile. Then she turns to face me. I don’t mean to come on so strong, but my mind seems to have no control over my body, not when we’re this close, in the cover of night, with the warm summer air casting its magic. I touch my lips to hers, gently at first, but the want consumes me. Pressing harder, I urge her to open up to me, and when she finally does, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, stroking it firmly, exploring it shamelessly. She moans as the kiss prolongs. It exhilarates every fiber networking through my body. We’re both breathless and weak by the time I pull away. I keep her face clenched in my hands as I look down at her. It’s hard to see her eyes in the dark, but her body language is easy to read. She doesn’t move or resist, she just lets me have control. For one split second. Then she wriggles out of my grip.
“I really need to go.” Her voice sounds small and wavering.
“When can I see you again?” I ask, a little too eager.
“Um,” she dithers. “I was going to go to the beach tomorrow. Do you want to meet me?”
HELL YES.
“Sure, which beach?”
“Can we go back to the one that has the view of the city?”
“Absolutely.” I put my hand on her neck and caress her skin with my thumb. She’s so unbelievably soft.
“Ten o’clock good?”
“Whatever time you want,” I say delicately, nuzzling my nose in her hair.
She exhales like I’m breaking her down. I hope to God I am. Then I hear the car door open. I’ll give it to her, she has one hell of a resolve.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she utters, slipping into the front seat without even a kiss on the cheek.
Alana turns on the engine, and the A5 purrs to life. She shoots me a cutsey glance right before she pulls away, leaving me in the dark, and the dust.
This girl is going to be my demise.