Dawn

Drive

Since me and Patch had gotten married not to long ago, we had been  planning on going someplace, but with the whole me moving in process we were busy, and then Vee's upcoming wedding. After Vee's wedding, things were a lot calmer so we decided to do something. Patch wanted make it a surprise, I was okay with that, but very curious. Whenever he was being secretive I tried to find out about what, but all I really care about is being with him finally alone, and peacefully. It was Saturday night with the sun just going down, the black SUV was full with suit cases, and I was ready to hit the road. Patch opens my side door, I jump in, then he goes around and climbs in.

"Ready for your honeymoon Mrs. Cipriano?" He ask. My heart leaps at the sound, and melts a little as I blush fiercely, I'll never get used to that.

"Yes Mr. Cipriano, can we get going?" I ask.

"Feisty I see, you'll have to be patient." He responds, and smirks. I cross my arms and pout,

"Well I'm not, so you better get moving." I say. He just stares at me. "What?!" I demand.

"You're so cute when you're angry, did you know get a slight crease between your brows." He says smiling to himself. I stick my tongue out at him, he quietly chuckles.

"Where are we headed?" I ask.

"Paradise." He answers. As Patch drove I studied him; the way his muscular arms flexed holding the steering wheel, his chest rising and falling with every breath, his straight lean muscular body, the curve between his strong shouldesr and neck, his sharp scruffy jawline he didn't have time to shave this morning, his soft even toned skin, the perfect shape of his face, his black long messy hair, those dark determined eyes I get sucked into every time I look in them, with long thick slightly curled eyelashes, that small nose, and his lips, God his lips, that full bottom lip, perfectly heart shaped and rosy. I want to taste those lips, and I can, right? They belong to me, I get to choose when to use them, and I can't wait to do so. I start leaning in, closer, but slowly, scared of losing my chance. He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes,

"Enjoying yourself?" He ask. I shake myself from the trance,

"What?" I say.

"Admiring me." He says.

"Who says I was doing that?" I stammer.

"Don't worry, if I could I would too, nothing to be ashamed of, but I must warn you, I'm taken." He say arrogantly.

"Not interested." I say.

"I wasn't asking, though there is a face Just as breathtaking as mine, almost, ok maybe a little more, she makes angels cry. I would probably stare at that body all day if I wasn't doing it, even then I'd probably be blinded by her beauty." He says.

"Is that girl me?" I ask.

"Of course." He proclaims. I give him a skeptical look. "Must I demonstrate?" He asks bored, bring the car to the side of the road.

"I think that'll be best." I state. He turns towards me and leans down, at first it's just a peck, but before he can leave I part his lips, his eyes widen, and I can feel him grinning, he dives in, tongue meeting tongue, then I gasp at his intensity. He cups my cheek, lips grinding against mine, I graze his bottom lip, it feels so good, then he gradually eases, takes my face in both of his hands, meets my forehead, and looks into my eyes as I catch my breath.

"I love you, and hope that was convincing enough." He whispers. I give a small nod, he kisses my forehead, and folds me in his chest, I squeeze him back. When he releases me, he gets back to driving, he seems rather calm, while I'm buzzing with electricity. As we drive I get tired, we pass trees, trees, and even more trees, a few cars, but not many. As my head bobs, eyes closing, Patch says,

"Rest Angel, we still have a long way to go. I'll wake you when we're there Nora." I give an appreciative smile, and gratefully close my eyes. I feel as Patch lays his jacket over my chest, I snuggle in. I fall asleep to the quiet hum of the engine, and the fresh sweet smell of Patch.