Run To You

Chapter 11

"Why are you so nervous?" Kirstie takes my hand from the steering wheel and laces her fingers with mine.
"Maybe because we might have to talk about what happened with Jeremy! I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"They won't bring it up. I already told them about everything, even about us. I'm sorry!" she drops my hand.
"Babe, it's fine. Do they know what he did to you?" I take back her hand.
"No, I don't want to. It's a little early to be talking about."
"I'm going to text my family we're together when we park."
"Okay. Do you want to listen to the radio?" she drew circles on the back of my hand.
"If you do."
"Why do you only want what I want?" She kissed my hand.
"Because I want you to be happy, that's what I want."
"Why are you such a kiss up?"
"Because I love you."
"I love you," she smiles.
"Baby," I say in my lowest voice possible. "I love you."
She squeezed the grip on my hand. "Avi."
"Babe, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine Avi, stop."
"You don't like it?" I ask, and run circles on the top of her hand.
"Of course I like it, but I don't want to be all thirsty in front of my parents."
"If you're worried about me hurting you, I will never, ever do that to you."
"I think I'm ready."
"For wha-oh. We just got together."
"Are you trying to talk me out of it?"
"No, I want to make sure you're sure," I squeeze her hand.
"Thank you for having so much respect for me, but I'm sure."
"Really?" I smile at her.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Be prepared, because I'm turning on all the charms."
"Oh, me too honey," she winks at me. We arrive at her mother's house, and I kiss her cheek, and whisper something in her ear. She shivers, and I get out. She grabs my hand, and we stroll in.
"Avi!" her mom hugs me.
"Mrs. Maldonado," I smile at her. We go in to eat dinner. Kirstie's mother is all smiles, but her sister interrogates me. I laugh, as does Kirstie. I decide to get playful. I place my hand on her knee and run it up her leg. Her smile vanishes. I knead her skin, and play along. I retract my hand. Her brow furrows. She runs her hand to my inner thigh. Her fingers linger over my friend. I relax into my chair. She retracts her hand, and I sit back up. The dinner goes fine, and we walk out the door hand in hand to the car.