My eyes go to his lips, and his go to mine. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and suddenly I’m scared. My face falls.
“What’s the matter, love? I…I didn’t mean to offend you, darlin’.” He reaches for my hand.
“No. You didn’t offend me at all. Something just crossed my mind is all.” I say honestly, enjoying his hand on mine.
“Anything you want to talk about?” he asks solemnly. He’s got to be the sweetest person on earth.
“Someday. Maybe.” I nod. And he respectfully lets it go. He lifts my hand and kisses it, giving me a shiver that makes my heart beat in places it’s never beat before.
“Whenever you want to talk about anything, love, I’m here for you. It’s the least I can do for how much you’ve helped me.”
I’m not sure what to do with these feelings, so I decide to change the subject. “So, these RC cars…where are they?”
“Well, I told you, darlin’, that I have one back at my dorm. The rest are at home. Why do you ask?”
“I always thought they were cool is all.”
He hesitates for a moment. “I hope I’m not crossing a line here, but, would you like to come check it out at my dorm? I promise you I’ll be no less of a gentleman there.”
I’ve never been in a guy’s room before. But something about Gunner tells me that it’s okay. He is being sincere when he says that he’ll be a gentleman. And just as I’m about to answer, my phone beeps, alerting me of a text message. My face falls. I know that my parents are on their way, and their arrival will cut our time together short. But when I look at my screen, my face brightens, even though I feel awful. “Gosh, my folks aren’t coming. My mama’s come down with the flu this afternoon.”
“Sorry to hear that, love. And your daddy’s not just coming on his own?”
“No. He wouldn’t leave my mama alone when she’s sick.”
“I hope she’s going to be okay.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” I say as the flirty waitress comes around with the bill. I glare at her and she finally gets the point. Gunner looks at me and smiles so sexily, but I think he’s going for trite. Nonetheless, I feel like I won that battle, because boobs walks away with his credit card, leaving her goo-goo eyes in the back of her head. “You were saying something before my phone rang?” I recall.
“I was just trying to ask you if you wanted to come check out my RC car.”
Before I change my mind, I blurt. “Sure.”
“You’re sure? You’re not afraid your folks’ll find out and get upset?”
I swallow. “Like you said, Gunner. We’re not doing anything wrong. So long as we keep it that way, I don’t see a problem.”
Boobs bring his card back, and Gunner nods his thanks. “Alright then. Do you want to drive?”
“Can I?”
“You sure can, love. Hell, you can do whatever you want, as long as you keep smiling that hundred-watt smile.”
He makes me smile. That seems to be what he does best. And what’s more, he seems toenjoymaking me smile.
***
“Just…push the lever over more.” He chuckles, as the car gets caught in a corner of the hallway. “There you go.”
We stayed like a minute in his dorm, and I think he did that for my benefit, as sweet as he is. It’s small, just like mine, only, he doesn’t have a dormmate. His lasted a whole week and he got stage fright and left. They haven’t fixed him with anyone new yet. For a guy, he sure keeps his room tidy, but he said that he was raised almost military-style, and therefore he has to keep his room clean all the time. The RC car is so much fun, I wish I’d have put one of these on my Christmas wish list as a child.
“Here. Let me show you a little trick.” He says, taking the remote out of my hand. He places a cardboard plank on top of a large, empty can, and makes the car do a jump, landing on two wheels. It manages to drive sideways until he steers it back towards us.
“Wow! Show me how to do that!”
“Alright. Here.” He says. He stands behind me, with his arms around me on both sides, guiding my fingers with his. My whole body is warm with him touching me slightly from behind. His warm breath is at my ear, and as much as I know he’s not trying to, he’s being so sexy it’s making me melt. I can feel things swelling and almost vibrating, and I’m not sure what to do. The only time I’ve ever really been turned on is in my dreams, and I usually wake up at the good part.
His hands are so warm, and soft, yet rough in some places from work, but it’s his touch that makes me tingle. He’s being so gentle, and I have to tamp down the lingering thoughts that are roaming around inside my head, as I picture his fingers doing unchristian things to my body, as I watch him control the car’s remote. His lips are close enough to my skin to kiss it, and I have to stop myself from tilting my neck, begging for contact. When the battery on the remote control dies, he places his hand on my waist, and I just about combust. “Shoot, darlin’. I’ll have to charge it for a while. Do you want to go down to the library or in the common area or something in the meanwhile? Or did you want me to take y’all back to your dorm, and we can try again next time?”
