“Are you kidding me? I've been waiting for this moment since freshman year. Of course I'm nervous.”He's liked me since Freshman year?
“Freshman year? Really?” He nods and turns into the Taco Bell parking lot. “Why didn't you say anything?”
“Yes, really. I used to look at you in the hallways and in the classes we had together, like you were some kind of priceless artifact that I could only look at through plexiglass. I could never talk to you because you were so off and on withZane.” He says his name like it tastes like one of those lemon Warhead candies. I don't know what to say to that.Maybe I should just avoid the whole topic of Zane altogether.
There's a silent pause in the air until we're both startled by the voice in the drive-through speaker. It's a nice break from the new tense feeling in the car.If only you had said something. I wouldn't have been with Zane, and I wouldn't have wasted so many tears.
“You okay?” Andrew must've ordered our food through my dissociation, because I don't remember ordering anything.
“Yeah. I-I'm fine.” He hands me the plastic bag, and the heat from the freshly cooked food feels amazing on my lap. “Hey, where are you going? I thought we were eating…”
“Not here. I want to show you something.”
Andrew turns onto the darkest road I've ever seen; however, the glow from the moon looks amazing in the midnight sky. “Where are we?”
“You've never been here before?” He turns into an empty parking space and turns off the ignition. “It's one of my favorite spots when things get… well, when life happens.” He explains as he takes a long drink from his large Sierra Mist.
“It's beautiful.” The stars in the winter sky reflect off the still water from the man-made reservoir in front of us. It's a peaceful contrast to the random patches of snow on the frozen grass and wooden picnic tables.
“It is.” He's quiet, aside from the few bites he takes from his crunchy taco. “I brought you here because when I'm with you, everything just stops. You make me feel like…this.” His words get trapped in his throat, and he takes another sip from his drink.
“Like…what exactly?”
“I don't really know how to explain it…I-I know it doesn't make much sense, but at my house… It's a lot. My parents are either bitching at each other, or my dad gets pissed at my mom, and he leaves. When he's gone, she's passed out on the couch. It's just a fucking mess. But when I'm talking to you, it makes my mind quiet, and I can only picture you.”
Am I tearing up right now? No one has ever told me anything that could come close to that.“I make you feel that way?”
“Uh… yeah. Was that too much? I wanted to tell you that last night, but I wasn't sure what you would say…”I'm not sure what to say. It's so much to admit to one person for such a short amount of time we've really known each other. At least, that's what my mind is screaming. My heart, on the other hand, just did two double-back handsprings.“I-I think I could be falling for you…” My hands are so small when he puts them in his.
“You're falling for me? What does that mean?”
“I can't go a minute without thinking about you. You're on my mind when I wake up and right before I go to sleep.” He holds my hands tighter, weaving his fingers in mine. “Our time together in history is my favorite part of the day, and I feel like a piece of me is missing when I have to see you walk to your next class…”
“Andy…” I give a heavy sigh. “I like you… I like you a lot…”
“Candi, you don't have to say anything else. It's just something I needed to get off my chest.”
“You're obsessed with me, aren't you?” I tease before taking a bite of my taco supreme.
“Is it that obvious?”I love his deep laugh.
Iwant so badly to kiss her right now when her mouth wraps around her straw.I can smell her peppermint lip gloss from here.“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I swallow the big ball of meat from my Crunchwrap.Shit. No matter how hard I try, I can't hide my intrusive thoughts when they're written all over my face.
“Like you want to devour me…” Candi reluctantly sets her cup in the cup holder in the middle console. She fiddles with her fingers and pulls on the end of her skirt.
“Maybe I do.”What the hell did I just say? Damn, I sound like a crazy person. I could be... When I'm with her, I feel like I can do or say anything without consequences. She makes me feellike I'm fucking invincible. If that makes me crazy, just call me Sid Vicious.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?”Even your nervous laugh is adorable.I can't answer her question, not verbally anyway. How do I find the words to say I want to taste every part of her? To run my fingers down her soft skin… to tangle my fingers in her long hair until I hear her soft mewls in my ear.
“Come here.” She continues to watch me closely as I slide my seat back, and her forest green eyes stay glued to mine as she straddles my lap. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” She winces under my hold when my palms stick to her thighs like they're Velcro.
My hands move as if they're possessed, moving up over her body before gliding through the strands of her hair on the nape of her neck. Candi's eyes roll up as she involuntarily begins grinding on my dark denim jeans. I’m instantly hard beneath the heat of her. “Look at me,” I don't know what I'm doing or where the words come from, but there is a dark part of me that's taking over. A side that only she can bring out.
“Are you afraid of me?” I ask in a low tone before finding her neck with my lips.
“No. Should I be?” She asks in a hushed tone, finding the words through her rapid breath.
