Love's Mercy

Bryelle

"I had fun tonight." Matt said when he parked his car next to mine at the arena.

"You know what, so did I."

"You see, going out with me isn't that bad." he replied, lacing his fingers with mine.

"No it isn't, this was very nice."

"There goes that word again, nice. I like it."

"Thank you . . . for tonight." I told him as he brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.

"It was my absolute pleasure. Now come on, I don't want Laya to kill me for not getting you home. Or Jon for that matter." he added.

"He's like the big brother I never had, he's gonna give you a hard time." I said, laughing at the thought of it.

"Yeah, well, if it means I get another chance to go out with you then I'll take all he can throw my way." He said, making me blush.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow you twerp." I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Lucky me. You know, it's weird seeing how much you and Laya are alike. So adult in some things and so childish in others and it's got me wondering." he said and there was a malicious glint in his eyes.

"Wondering what?"

"Are you ticklish?" he asked with a devilish smirk that had me licking my lips and trying to make space between us at the same time.

"No! No, I'm not ticklish . . . what are you doing? Matt, stay the hell . . . no . . ."

I ended up in a fit of giggles as he tickled my sides. My cheeks hurt and I could barely breathe but it was the most I've laughed in a long time with someone outside of my merry little circle. Mind you, none of them know that I'm ticklish and I intend to keep it that way, Jon would lose his shit.

"That is the most beautiful sound I've heard today." he muttered.

"You have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Being all cute and stuff."

"Why?" he asked with that same malicious smile.

"It makes me like you."

"Then I'm definitely not gonna stop."

"Are you gonna let me get out of this car?"

"If it were my choice then no, but you have to get home."

"I'll see you tomorrow after the show." I said, opening the door.

I smiled when I heard his door open and he jogged around to my side. Pulling my keys out, I unlocked the door and stood on one side of it while Matt came and stood on the other.

"Can I help you?" I asked him.

"Had to make sure you made it to your car safely."

"I know what you wanted to do." I whispered.

"Can I?"

Nodding my head he took no time in walking around the door and wrapping his arms around my waist. He's still a few feet taller than me so he tightened his arms, pulled me up to my toes, and bent down to press his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just gave in to what my body and my heart were craving.

This time was different from the club, that was a spur-of-the-moment hot and flashy sort of thing. Now, it's slow and new and nervous and romantic and sweet. Plenty of heat but it's banked, I can feel it in him but he's letting the softness of the moment take over. He does something to me that I don't understand and it scares the hell out of me but at the same time, I don't want to let go of it.