Itâs like they say, about attractions being chemical and all. Okay, maybe that does sound Discovery Channel primal. Forget it.â
But I canât. Itâs as if heâs in my head. Humming under my skin.
A soft breeze guides a curl across my cheek and Alec moves to catch it. He tucks it behind my ear, brushing my lobe with his fingers. Something inside my chest skips, like thereâs a heart racing inside my heart.
âWould you go out with me?â
He canât even know how his words paralyze. They tie and bind with a commitment I canât give after living in the aftermath of my father bailing. Or the mess that is my relationship with Gregg since his kiss. I canât do complication.
âAlec, I . . .â
Alecâs face waits on my words, patient and forgiving even though he appears to sense what Iâm going to say. A small boy scrambles into the swing near us, reprimanding his motherâs offer of help. âI do it!â he shouts at her.
Alec smiles at the boyâs independence, his fierceness, and that is when the word slips out of me. âYes.â
âHuh.â Alec lets out an enormous sigh, threaded with laughter. âI wasnât exactly expecting a yes after that enormously elongated hesitation, Zephyr actually.â
âMe either.â My cheeks redden. His blush reveals understanding.
Alec moves behind me and gives me a gentle push. My feet leave the ground. My legs extend.
When I return to Alec, he catches my hips and holds me, suspended for the briefest second. His fingers lock onto each hip. A spiral of heat climbs inside me, pours into my blood, coats my skin. My whole body alights. Then, he whispers furtive words in my ear: âI used to space out in Latin all the time.â
He lets go. My insides curl.
I return to him with a gentle swoop. He grabs hold. âIâm not so bummed about being the new kid at Sudbury anymore.â
I swing.
âNot since I found a girl who digs muscle cars.â
Swing. And I smile.
âA girl Iâm with and might already miss.â
Swoon.
I am lost on the cloud of his words until the little boy screeches. Heâs figured out he canât swing without his motherâs help so he gets down, scrambles toward the sandbox at the opposite side of the park. I watch him angrily hurl a red pail onto the grass when his mother lifts his wriggling body and starts toward their car. Then we are aloneâthe approaching dusk our only company. I curse the day for not being longer. Stretching out for miles like a summer afternoon.
When I see the wafer moon begin its rise over the ball field, Alec halts my swinging and twists my seat. He rubs the length of my fingers, follows each to the tips where they are wrapped around the cross of the chains. His touch lights my flesh, fire coaxing more heat.
âI have to go,â he says.
My body jolts. Go?
He slips his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans, checks the time. âI have a preseason game tonight.â
Tonight. Dinner. Mom. Oh shit . . . Lizzie. A visit to Greggâs. All the things I spaced on today.
âI wish I could stay.â Alec takes a tentative step closer, whisper close. I smell his familiar cologne, that faint waft of mint. He brings his hand to my face and brushes the gentle rise of his knuckles along my jaw. My breath catches as he spirals a long strand of my hair around his finger. His touch drops to my neckline and I pull back. The heat of him too intense. His face flushes red and he spins me so that heâs standing behind me. I wait for him to push me one last time, but his hands slide along my shoulders until he gathers my ponytail, moves it to the side. Heat tightens my stomach into a fist.
The autumn air licks my neckline with a crisp draft. Every inch of me wants to feel his lips on the curves of my neckâsoft and unhurried. And every inch of me thinks I should leave. Now.
But my
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