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you everything when we get going?” I
leaned over, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to her forehead.
I could really get used to this, to having her be mine, to be able to
kiss her whenever I wanted.
“Everything?” She
asked, catching me.
“You're right, not everything .” I winked at her as she walked to the bathroom,
smiling.
While she was getting
ready, I left. I told Luke to watch the room while I ran an errand. I
had wanted to buy Ana something. But what could you get a girl like
her, and from where? I drove into the small town, finding a bookstore
on the main street. I smiled at my luck.
A bell chimed as I
opened the door. “Can I help you?” an elderly man behind the
counter asked.
“Just looking.” I
was quickly scanning the bookshelves, when something in the case at
the register caught my eye. I walked over to examine the
leather-bound journal. Perfect. “I’ll take the journal.”
“Young man, that
journal is really just for display. It is handmade and about fifty
years old. “
Perfect. I
smirked at how he called me young man. I was older than his
grandfather. I took out the cash and set it on the table. “I’ll
take it,” I reiterated, trying to remain polite.
The man thumbed through
the cash and cleared his throat. “I’ll just wrap this up, then.”
The man was no doubt
suspicious of why I was in a bookstore in a small, unknown town
buying a nine-hundred-dollar leather journal with cash.
I shrugged. Can’t win
them all.
I looked at my watch,
knowing I didn’t have much time left. When the man finished, I
thanked him quickly and sped back to the motel.
Luke was still standing
outside the door when I got back, and I was a little relieved that he
hadn’t gone inside. “Thanks,” I said honestly as I opened the
motel room door.
I just heard the shower
turn off as I stepped inside, and was pleased that she had taken the
time to relax after all of her ordeals. I started packing the rest of
her things and put them in the car with Luke. When I got back to the
room, she had emerged. Damp hair clung deliciously to her cheek. She
smiled at me and the breath left my lungs.
I was propelled to her.
“I have something for you,” I said as I brushed my lips against
hers, no longer having the willpower to keep from touching her.
“Really?” she asked
distractedly as I traced two fingers down her collarbone. My hands
brushed her necklace and I picked it up, remembering when Luke had
touched her there in the car, giving the first compliment I have ever
heard him make.
“It really is a
pretty necklace.”
Her forehead creased
and I knew she wanted an explanation.
“Here.” I tried to
change the subject by holding up my gift.
“Thank you.” She
looked baffled that I would buy her a gift. Oh, Ana. You'd better
get used to it, you are mine now. She took the wrapped journal
from my hands and slowly began to peel back the brown paper.
“It’s a journal,”
I said as she freed it from its wrapping. Her hands ran over the soft
leather and I watched her eyes light up.
“I know how you like
to write…”
She still didn’t say
anything, just continued to stare at the journal.
“…and I am sure now
you will have a lot to write about!” I tried to lighten the
situation.
Perhaps she doesn’t
like it? Perhaps she—
“Thank you.”
Suddenly, she flung her arms around me, crushing her lips to mine.
Before we could get any
further, the horn from the truck blasted.
Ana jumped back in
surprise. “He has got to stop doing that!” I was amused that she
was irritated.
“Shall we?” She
took ahold of my arm as we walked outside to the truck.
I had opened the
passenger side door for Ana when I noticed Luke was now occupying it.
I questioningly threw
my hands up in the air.
“Your turn to drive.”
He didn’t even bother looking up from the book he was flipping
through.
“Here, you can get in
on my side, Ana.” I didn’t know what game Luke was playing but I
was
leaned over, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to her forehead.
I could really get used to this, to having her be mine, to be able to
kiss her whenever I wanted.
“Everything?” She
asked, catching me.
“You're right, not everything .” I winked at her as she walked to the bathroom,
smiling.
While she was getting
ready, I left. I told Luke to watch the room while I ran an errand. I
had wanted to buy Ana something. But what could you get a girl like
her, and from where? I drove into the small town, finding a bookstore
on the main street. I smiled at my luck.
A bell chimed as I
opened the door. “Can I help you?” an elderly man behind the
counter asked.
“Just looking.” I
was quickly scanning the bookshelves, when something in the case at
the register caught my eye. I walked over to examine the
leather-bound journal. Perfect. “I’ll take the journal.”
“Young man, that
journal is really just for display. It is handmade and about fifty
years old. “
Perfect. I
smirked at how he called me young man. I was older than his
grandfather. I took out the cash and set it on the table. “I’ll
take it,” I reiterated, trying to remain polite.
The man thumbed through
the cash and cleared his throat. “I’ll just wrap this up, then.”
The man was no doubt
suspicious of why I was in a bookstore in a small, unknown town
buying a nine-hundred-dollar leather journal with cash.
I shrugged. Can’t win
them all.
I looked at my watch,
knowing I didn’t have much time left. When the man finished, I
thanked him quickly and sped back to the motel.
Luke was still standing
outside the door when I got back, and I was a little relieved that he
hadn’t gone inside. “Thanks,” I said honestly as I opened the
motel room door.
I just heard the shower
turn off as I stepped inside, and was pleased that she had taken the
time to relax after all of her ordeals. I started packing the rest of
her things and put them in the car with Luke. When I got back to the
room, she had emerged. Damp hair clung deliciously to her cheek. She
smiled at me and the breath left my lungs.
I was propelled to her.
“I have something for you,” I said as I brushed my lips against
hers, no longer having the willpower to keep from touching her.
“Really?” she asked
distractedly as I traced two fingers down her collarbone. My hands
brushed her necklace and I picked it up, remembering when Luke had
touched her there in the car, giving the first compliment I have ever
heard him make.
“It really is a
pretty necklace.”
Her forehead creased
and I knew she wanted an explanation.
“Here.” I tried to
change the subject by holding up my gift.
“Thank you.” She
looked baffled that I would buy her a gift. Oh, Ana. You'd better
get used to it, you are mine now. She took the wrapped journal
from my hands and slowly began to peel back the brown paper.
“It’s a journal,”
I said as she freed it from its wrapping. Her hands ran over the soft
leather and I watched her eyes light up.
“I know how you like
to write…”
She still didn’t say
anything, just continued to stare at the journal.
“…and I am sure now
you will have a lot to write about!” I tried to lighten the
situation.
Perhaps she doesn’t
like it? Perhaps she—
“Thank you.”
Suddenly, she flung her arms around me, crushing her lips to mine.
Before we could get any
further, the horn from the truck blasted.
Ana jumped back in
surprise. “He has got to stop doing that!” I was amused that she
was irritated.
“Shall we?” She
took ahold of my arm as we walked outside to the truck.
I had opened the
passenger side door for Ana when I noticed Luke was now occupying it.
I questioningly threw
my hands up in the air.
“Your turn to drive.”
He didn’t even bother looking up from the book he was flipping
through.
“Here, you can get in
on my side, Ana.” I didn’t know what game Luke was playing but I
was
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