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Authors: Kim Young, B. E. Laine
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sorry.” I remember he asked me to stop saying that word earlier.
When he stops at a light, I look at him because he hasn’t said anything. I receive a look that I can’t quite read. “What?”
“Don’t say sorry,” he says and I just nod.
The light turns green and he presses the gas. He pulls my left hand out of my right and intertwines his hand with mine. I smile. Something as simple as holding hands can make me feel all these great little things inside. There is no way to explain the butterflies floating in my stomach, or the hot tingle I feel all over wherever he touches me. There’s definitely no words for this goofy ass grin I have on my face. I let a giggle escape for the improper things running through my mind. It is just crazy feeling this way. Does everyone feels this way when they go out on dates? I don’t really remember what it was like, or maybe I don’t want to remember.
“Are you ever going to let me in on those conversations you have with yourself inside that head of yours?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing really.” I need to get a grip. I’m sure he thinks I’m some kind of lunatic. My stomach chooses that time to growl again. I cover it with my right hand and give him a look of remorse.
“Have you eaten today?” he says, a little more tightly than I expected. I’m not sure I like it but, hell, it’s hot. Then I think of what I did eat for lunch. I really don’t think I should tell him I had goldfish.
“Um … yeah, I had some lunch.” I’m hoping he buys it and drops it but, of course, no such luck.
“And what did you eat?” he says, in a little lighter mood. “Don’t lie,” he warns.
Well, there goes the light mood. “Um, some goldfish … water … and I don’t remember what else …,” I say, trailing off.
Yeah, there’s that face again. I am almost positive I am going to hear that voice again, too. Well, I know that face and his joking face … now, just a million more facial expressions to figure out.
“Kara …” Okay, maybe I don’t think that voice is hot anymore.
“I slept in, then I was busy, then I fell asleep. I’m so—” Wow, the look that I am receiving right now. Realizing that we are stopped, I look back over to the not-so-happy Drew. “Where are we?”
We’re sitting in a parking lot at the back of a building I have never seen before. We are surrounded by older brick buildings that have been painted, but could really use another coat. I look across the street and see another building, this one with big doors. I have certainly never been here before. I would almost feel scared to get out if I was not with Drew, but I trust him.
He shakes his head, gets out of the car, and makes his way to my side. I already have my purse in one hand and the door handle in the other. He opens the door and offers his other hand to help me out. He’s smirking again, as he leads me around the building. He leans in close and says “Trust me.” I shiver from the feel of his breath on my ear.
We round the corner and I can see the skyline of downtown Tulsa. The sun is peeking through the massive buildings; it’s picture perfect. He stopped walking so I looked up at him to find him admiring me, not the view. He smiles and gestures towards a door. I smile at him and walk through.
The café reminds me of the one back in my hometown, with its mismatched chairs and those hideous red checkered table coverings. It still looks fairly clean and looks to be pretty busy, which is always a good sign if you ask me.
The waitress comes over and asks us how many. Well, she asks Drew, distinctly ignoring me. I guess I cannot blame her because I’m sure she is wondering what a guy like him is doing with someone like me. They would look perfect together … her long, tan legs; tiny waist; and blonde hair. It makes me think again why he would want short, pale-legged, boring, brown hair me?
“We just need to see the menu for a to-go order, please,” he says to the
When he stops at a light, I look at him because he hasn’t said anything. I receive a look that I can’t quite read. “What?”
“Don’t say sorry,” he says and I just nod.
The light turns green and he presses the gas. He pulls my left hand out of my right and intertwines his hand with mine. I smile. Something as simple as holding hands can make me feel all these great little things inside. There is no way to explain the butterflies floating in my stomach, or the hot tingle I feel all over wherever he touches me. There’s definitely no words for this goofy ass grin I have on my face. I let a giggle escape for the improper things running through my mind. It is just crazy feeling this way. Does everyone feels this way when they go out on dates? I don’t really remember what it was like, or maybe I don’t want to remember.
“Are you ever going to let me in on those conversations you have with yourself inside that head of yours?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing really.” I need to get a grip. I’m sure he thinks I’m some kind of lunatic. My stomach chooses that time to growl again. I cover it with my right hand and give him a look of remorse.
“Have you eaten today?” he says, a little more tightly than I expected. I’m not sure I like it but, hell, it’s hot. Then I think of what I did eat for lunch. I really don’t think I should tell him I had goldfish.
“Um … yeah, I had some lunch.” I’m hoping he buys it and drops it but, of course, no such luck.
“And what did you eat?” he says, in a little lighter mood. “Don’t lie,” he warns.
Well, there goes the light mood. “Um, some goldfish … water … and I don’t remember what else …,” I say, trailing off.
Yeah, there’s that face again. I am almost positive I am going to hear that voice again, too. Well, I know that face and his joking face … now, just a million more facial expressions to figure out.
“Kara …” Okay, maybe I don’t think that voice is hot anymore.
“I slept in, then I was busy, then I fell asleep. I’m so—” Wow, the look that I am receiving right now. Realizing that we are stopped, I look back over to the not-so-happy Drew. “Where are we?”
We’re sitting in a parking lot at the back of a building I have never seen before. We are surrounded by older brick buildings that have been painted, but could really use another coat. I look across the street and see another building, this one with big doors. I have certainly never been here before. I would almost feel scared to get out if I was not with Drew, but I trust him.
He shakes his head, gets out of the car, and makes his way to my side. I already have my purse in one hand and the door handle in the other. He opens the door and offers his other hand to help me out. He’s smirking again, as he leads me around the building. He leans in close and says “Trust me.” I shiver from the feel of his breath on my ear.
We round the corner and I can see the skyline of downtown Tulsa. The sun is peeking through the massive buildings; it’s picture perfect. He stopped walking so I looked up at him to find him admiring me, not the view. He smiles and gestures towards a door. I smile at him and walk through.
The café reminds me of the one back in my hometown, with its mismatched chairs and those hideous red checkered table coverings. It still looks fairly clean and looks to be pretty busy, which is always a good sign if you ask me.
The waitress comes over and asks us how many. Well, she asks Drew, distinctly ignoring me. I guess I cannot blame her because I’m sure she is wondering what a guy like him is doing with someone like me. They would look perfect together … her long, tan legs; tiny waist; and blonde hair. It makes me think again why he would want short, pale-legged, boring, brown hair me?
“We just need to see the menu for a to-go order, please,” he says to the
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