One Nightmare to Another
Alana and I spent the last two days in bed.
We were holed up completely content playing, laughing, and exploring each other in all ways possible. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun doing nothing in my whole life. But when I’m with Alana, even nothing means something.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks as we drive home. It’s close to dusk, the sun is setting, and the sky is lit up with pinks and oranges and blues.
“I was thinking I could have spent another two weeks in bed with you.”
“Oh yeah?” She smiles. She’s wearing those annoying mirrored sunglasses again. And although I still hate them, I know they aren’t hiding her emotions anymore.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we can steal away another weekend before I leave for school,” she suggests, and I feel a little stab of sadness in my heart. I don’t want her to leave. Ever.
“Definitely.” I grab her hand and squeeze, trying to sound cheerful. I’m not sure I’m pulling it off. As much as I want Alana with me always, I would never stand in her way. I would never stop her from pursuing her dreams, and I would never let her jeopardize her future for me.
She frowns as she looks at me. Maybe I’m not masking my feelings so well.
She leans over a little in her seat and twirls a piece of my hair with her finger. It’s still long; I never did get that haircut.
“Do you think what Mac said is true?”
“About what?”
“About getting head while you drive? That it makes you fall in love?”
I whip my head around. “Baby, I’m already in love. You don’t need to give me head.” Her mouth twists into a mischievous smile. Then she slides one hand up my thigh until she’s cupping me in her palm. I jump.
“Alana.”
“Concentrate on the road, Ryan,” she whispers seductively in my ear. I start to pant, gripping the steering wheel for dear life as she fondles me.
“Alana—” I think her name is about all I can manage at the moment.
“Shhh.” She starts kissing my neck, rubbing me harder. This girl is a jack-in-the-box of surprises. My heart is racing, my foot feels like lead, and when she puts her mouth on me, I hiss. It’s all I can do to keep from falling apart.
Holy. Fuck.
* * *
Just when Ithought I couldn’t love her more, she proves me wrong.
That little stunt Alana pulled in the car was well... Umm...hell yeah.
Now I’m back in my tiny two-bedroom apartment, laying in the single bed I barely fit on, daydreaming about the last few days. Anywhere, even if it is a reverie, is better than here.
My phone beeps. I pick it up and open the text message. It reads “Good morning, hot boy” with a selfie of Alana in her candy striping uniform and not much else. I sit up and inspect the picture a little more, a stupid grin on my face.
She drives me nuts in all the best possible ways.
I text back: Morning yourself. Hot girl.
Alana: Wanted to send you a pic so you didn’t miss me too much 2night.
Me: 2nite??
Alana: Dinner for my aunt’s bday.