And I do.
Currents of electricity always seem to zap through me whenever our lips connect. It doesn’t matter that this is probably our thousandth kiss.
It still feels like the very first time.
“No, you didn’t miss anything. But I do have something planned,” I tell her before shutting her in the car.
Once I get my ass in the seat, I pull my phone from my pocket and drop it in between my open thighs.
“So, where exactly are we going?” Amira asks, trying to peek over my leg so she can see the directions on my navigation.
“Mind ya fucking business, angel. Why don’t you lie back, stick your feet out of the window and enjoy the drive?”
With a light chuckle, she lowers her seat and turns on her side, hands tucked under her cheek as she gazes at me.
“You’re not tired, right?” I ask, merging onto the highway, which is sure to cut our hour and twenty-minute drive by half.
“A little bit, but I’m too curious about our location to sleep.”
“Well, you only have to be curious for another… forty-five minutes.”
Amira starts mumbling under her breath, listing off the places we could possibly be going this late at night.
As I merge lanes, I spare her a quick glance, biting my lip to keep in my laughter when I see confusion written all over her face.
I must do a lousy job because her sharp as fuck nail pokes me furiously in between my ribs. “Stop laughing! Where are we going?! I hate surprises….”
“You’ll like this one. I promise,” I say, taking my hand off the steering wheel to land on her hip. She lets out a small gasp as my fingers circle her plush thigh, an eruption of goosebumps dotting her flesh under the thin material of her leggings.
Usually, Amira would shake off my touch if I was on her for too long, but tonight she lets my palm stay, so I bask in her permittance and enjoy the rest of the drive.
Forty minutes later, we pull up to the side of the road and park at a lone meter.
When Amira's door swings open, I pull two hours' worth of change from my pocket and begin slipping it in the meter slot.
“What are we doing here?” she asks, wrapping her arms around her waist as she steps from the car.
Popping open the trunk, I pull out the blankets I packed and a basket over-stocked with food.
“We’re going on a picnic, angel.”
The stars in the sky are envious of the sparkle in Amira’s eyes.
She stares at me, and I swear I can see her fall in love all over again.
“Let’s go,” I say, swallowing back the tingle of nerves working up my throat as I take her hand and walk her in the direction of the park ahead of us.
At almost eleven at night, the streets of downtown Chicago are still alive with life, but where we’re going is right alongside some brownstone apartments. It’s quiet and private, and as long as no one behind those large ass fancy windows peers down at us jumping this gate, Amira and I will safely be hidden under looming Brazilwood trees.
Tossing the basket of food and blankets over the enclosure, I throw a glance over both shoulders before grabbing Amira by the waist and hoisting her over the top of the gate.
Amira’s squeal echoes through the night. I want to tell her to quiet down, but my own laughter mingles with hers.
“You’re going to get us caught!” I hiss, biting on my tongue to prevent further snickering from escaping my mouth.
“Sorry! Sorry!” she says in response before swinging her other leg over the top and jumping down.
With one last look behind me, I lift myself over and land beside her.
