Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~14~

The feeling of his thumbs on my cheeks, his hip against mine, the salt and chocolate on his lips, the stubble on his chin, the look his in his eyes, the feeling of the warm sun on my back, the rush of the traffic on the interstate and the light breeze in the air that I felt while sitting on the curb in a McDonald's parking lot. That was perfect.

We found a little town and drove around to slow things down a bit. It was getting late so Flynn decided we should find some place to hang out for the night before crashing at a hotel. A neon sign flashed ahead and I pointed it out to Flynn. I was back in the back and he had taken back the driver's seat.

It was chilly for a summer night and he had offered me his jacket, his "prized leather jacket," he had said. The sleeves were too long but I half rolled them up, half pushed them up so I could see my fingers again.

The sign read, Ten Pin Bowling Alley and pointed to a brick building on the corner of the square.

"Is bowling okay?" Flynn asked, "I have to warn you, I used to bowl competitively though so don't be upset when you lose."

"When I lose?" I scoffed as we parked and I took my helmet off. I shook my hair out before pulling it up into a quick bun and following Flynn inside.

"I'm just trying to prepare you for the inevitable," Flynn said dramatically, as if it was a shame that I didn't agree with him. He held the door open and followed me inside. His hand caught mine and for a moment I was confused and thought he wanted something, but no, he just wanted to hold my hand.

My fingers laced through his and I caught him looking down at our hands too. The smile on his face was small and cute and something I wouldn't expected the first day I met him. Yes, he looked like some tough biker guy who didn't have a care in the world, and maybe that was partly true, but I had realized the past couple days that he cared a lot more and felt a lot more than he let on.

We turned the corner and walked over to the counter, our hands swinging slightly.

"Here for $5 couples bowling night I see," the lady said before popping her gum at us. Sassy.

"Um sure?" Flynn answered.

"You didn't know?" the lady wondered. She looked us up and down, her eyes lingering on Flynn more than me. "Five bucks and unlimited bowling for couples tonight. Something about promotional deals needed to bring in business..." she rattled off some more of the spiel but I quit listening.

Flynn pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it over. "So can we get shoes or something?" he prompted the lady, whose name tag read Myrtle.

"Oh you need to kiss first, to prove you're a couple and all," Myrtle said with a blank stare in our direction. So much for those going on their first date I thought. Talk about an awkward first kiss.

Flynn shrugged his shoulders and pulled me closer, effectively making me trip and actually fall into his chest. He caught me off course and dipped his head down to meet mine. He paused momentarily to look into my eyes before grinning and kissing me for the second time that day.

The pressure of his mouth on mine caused me to lean back slightly. His arm supported my lower back and my arms wound up to wrap around his neck.

"Okay okay I get it. You can get your shoes at the next counter," Myrtle grumbled out, but Flynn didn't stop kissing me.

Flynn straightened me up and after a final chaste kiss to my cheek he thanked Myrtle and led me over to where we got our shoes. In no time we had decade old bowling shows on our feet and two freshly shined bowling balls in our hands. We were in lane seventeen and ready to bowl the night away.