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Authors: Lily Foster
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spent a lazy morning on the couch, watching TV and talking. We were laying on the couch side by side, my head resting in the crook of his arm. Every once in a while he would take a handful of my hair and hold it up to his face or nuzzle against my neck. “Do you know how good you smell? I miss it when you’re not around me.”
Everything he did, everything he said, made me ache. I shifted to lay my body right on top of his. “Well then, I’ll just have to let you hang around me all the time.”
I felt so attac hed to this boy. Nothing—not what that ratty-haired Liz said—nothing could change what I was feeling. He hugged me in a tight bear hug and didn’t let go, kissing my neck and then flipping us over so that he was on top. When he looked down at me he smiled and said, “Sometimes I think I’m one lucky bastard.”
Finally at noon, I got the call I was waiting for. Luke and Kate were both on the line when they told me their wonderful news. Tom looked worried at first because I had tears rolling down my face. I had to give him a thumbs-up so he knew everything was good. I just couldn’t believe it. I was going to be an aunt in little over three months! Because of Kate’s last miscarriage, which was at the end of the fourth month, they waited a long time to tell everyone this time. I was so happy for them. Tom seemed as excited as I was when I relayed the news. I was going to be an aunt! I could not be happier. This news, being wrapped up in Tom’s arms, everything was perfect.
Before Tom left, he reminded me to get a good night’s sleep. “Remem ber, tomorrow’s your big day.”
In all the excitement I’d forgotten all about my road test. The lessons had been going on twice a week for three weeks now. It was a total ruse on my part; Caleb and Luke took me driving often. I was used to mane uvering around the streets of New York City, dodging speeding bike messengers and reckless cabbies. In comparison, these Boston suburb roads were a cinch. I was holding out on Tom because I liked the lessons; they were like a sweet, flirty game.
The next day he was waiting for me in the parking lot after my class. Sometimes I felt a searing pain when I looked at him, liked I cared about him so much—wanted this so much—that it hurt. Tom looked like a dream, leaning against his truck with his legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed across his broad chest. He was wearing his baseball cap backwards with a mischievous grin on his face. “What’s that look for, Tom? You’re not bett ing against me today, are you?”
“You can’t read my mind, sugar. You have no idea what I was just thinking. And for the record, I would never bet against my pupil. That would make me a bad teacher and,” he pushed off the truck and came within an inch of me, holding me by my hips and leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I’m a very, very good teacher.”
I kissed at the skin below his ear and whispered back, “So if I can’t read your mind then tell me, what were you just thinking?”
“I was thinking that the guy at motor vehicles is going to have a hard time concentrating once he gets a look at you.”
“Don’t be so sexist. Maybe he’ll be daz zled by my driving.”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
The test was a breeze. It was over within ten minutes and then I was filling out the paperwork for my license. I jumped into Tom’s arms dramatically afterwards and showered him with kisses as I gushed, “You are the best driving instructor on the planet, Tom Farrell!”
He laughed, “I think I’ve been played. You parallel parked the car better than I could have.”
I winked. “I’m an excellent parallel parker.”
He kissed me slow and then purred in my ear, “Rea lly? I thought that was my line.”
I pulled away, teasing. “I wouldn’t know, I don’t know about y our old parallel parking days.”
As we hopped
Everything he did, everything he said, made me ache. I shifted to lay my body right on top of his. “Well then, I’ll just have to let you hang around me all the time.”
I felt so attac hed to this boy. Nothing—not what that ratty-haired Liz said—nothing could change what I was feeling. He hugged me in a tight bear hug and didn’t let go, kissing my neck and then flipping us over so that he was on top. When he looked down at me he smiled and said, “Sometimes I think I’m one lucky bastard.”
Finally at noon, I got the call I was waiting for. Luke and Kate were both on the line when they told me their wonderful news. Tom looked worried at first because I had tears rolling down my face. I had to give him a thumbs-up so he knew everything was good. I just couldn’t believe it. I was going to be an aunt in little over three months! Because of Kate’s last miscarriage, which was at the end of the fourth month, they waited a long time to tell everyone this time. I was so happy for them. Tom seemed as excited as I was when I relayed the news. I was going to be an aunt! I could not be happier. This news, being wrapped up in Tom’s arms, everything was perfect.
Before Tom left, he reminded me to get a good night’s sleep. “Remem ber, tomorrow’s your big day.”
In all the excitement I’d forgotten all about my road test. The lessons had been going on twice a week for three weeks now. It was a total ruse on my part; Caleb and Luke took me driving often. I was used to mane uvering around the streets of New York City, dodging speeding bike messengers and reckless cabbies. In comparison, these Boston suburb roads were a cinch. I was holding out on Tom because I liked the lessons; they were like a sweet, flirty game.
The next day he was waiting for me in the parking lot after my class. Sometimes I felt a searing pain when I looked at him, liked I cared about him so much—wanted this so much—that it hurt. Tom looked like a dream, leaning against his truck with his legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed across his broad chest. He was wearing his baseball cap backwards with a mischievous grin on his face. “What’s that look for, Tom? You’re not bett ing against me today, are you?”
“You can’t read my mind, sugar. You have no idea what I was just thinking. And for the record, I would never bet against my pupil. That would make me a bad teacher and,” he pushed off the truck and came within an inch of me, holding me by my hips and leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I’m a very, very good teacher.”
I kissed at the skin below his ear and whispered back, “So if I can’t read your mind then tell me, what were you just thinking?”
“I was thinking that the guy at motor vehicles is going to have a hard time concentrating once he gets a look at you.”
“Don’t be so sexist. Maybe he’ll be daz zled by my driving.”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
The test was a breeze. It was over within ten minutes and then I was filling out the paperwork for my license. I jumped into Tom’s arms dramatically afterwards and showered him with kisses as I gushed, “You are the best driving instructor on the planet, Tom Farrell!”
He laughed, “I think I’ve been played. You parallel parked the car better than I could have.”
I winked. “I’m an excellent parallel parker.”
He kissed me slow and then purred in my ear, “Rea lly? I thought that was my line.”
I pulled away, teasing. “I wouldn’t know, I don’t know about y our old parallel parking days.”
As we hopped
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