Heartlines

9: Wanted

I watch as older houses pass outside our window, it's an adorable older town. The weather looks perfect from the car, I watch the sun reflect off the sea of water outside my window. I look across the car at my boyfriend, I want to have him to myself for just a little while longer.

"Can we park and walk around the water?" I ask him.

"WHY?" He seems annoyed with my question.

Snapping my head from the window, I look at him. "Because it's beautiful out, and I want to have you to myself. You can play tour guide, Hottie. Please?"

Ben is resistant to stop the car, so I get a car tour. He shows me where he used to hang out before and after school, behind the large brown dumpster he confesses to having his first kiss there. We drive to the docks, and he points out the boat he worked on.

Driving past his high school, he shares stories about skipping class, but the townspeople knew all the students and would rat them out to the principal. I giggle with the image of him getting in trouble at school.

"STOP THE CAR." I shout at him.

We just passed a public access to the beach, and I want to get out and run in the sand. The sky is bright blue, and the water is calm. There is a slight chill to the air, but I don't want to miss this opportunity.

The moment the car stops, I open the door and jump out.

Ben is shouting for me to stop, but I keep running down towards the sand. He'll have to catch up with me, and he will because he has much longer legs. Halfway down the beach, I lean my head back to the sky and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I close my eyes and take it all in.

Smiling, I take a deep breath of salty air and do a little spin in the sand. I love being this close to the water.

Ben reaches me and bends over with his hands on his knees, he is sucking in air like a dying fish. Giggling, I tell him that he should stop smoking.

"You're insane." He says out of breath.

I open my eyes and look at him. Nodding, I smile at him and start laughing.

"Yes, I am. Ben, this town is gorgeous."

He stands. "It's alright."

"Have you ever kissed a girl here?"

"Once or twice. However, they were dumb, and didn't kiss me like you do."

He reaches for my chin, but I pull away from him. Ben shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He knows what's coming out of my mouth and I don't think he wants to tell me. 

"How do I kiss you?"

"Different." He blushes.

"Ben. Tell me." I beg.

He rolls his eyes and looks over my head. I feel his hands cup my bottom and he lifts me to his body, grinning I wrap my legs around his waist tightly. "You kiss me like I'm the only thing that matters in your world. You run your hands up my stomach and around my neck, very demanding and possessive. Your fingers will twirl around the ends of my hair, and you make this soft moan when you do it. That moan gets my heart pumping and I've never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you. You'll push your tiny fingers into the base of my neck, demanding my lips on yours and those lips are always soft. That perfect tongue of yours knows exactly what to do, sometimes it's sweet, but most of the time it's demanding more action. Ally, I will never deny that tongue." He smiles.

"I love the way you kiss me too. You always put your hand under my chin and demand that I look at you. I love how your thumb plays with my lower lip just before you kiss me and how you purr when I nibble on your earlobe or kiss you lightly on the neck." I smile.