Cross My Heart

Chapter Seven

CROSS MY HEART: CHAPTER SEVEN

My whole body tingled with warmth, even after he had already taken me home. It was perfect; it all happened even better than I imagined it would. After our little smooching session, we got back in his truck and he drove me home. He asked me if I wanted to hang out with him again tomorrow, and of course I said yes. He gave me a goodnight kiss on my porch and I watched as his truck lights slowly faded out of view. When I finally came through the door, I felt like I was floating. My dad gave me a weird look, but I didn't care. I plopped down onto the couch and twirled the rose between my fingers. I don't know how long I sat there, daydreaming, but my father brought me back to reality.

"So...how was it?" It took me a second to come out of my little 'Adam bubble'.

"It was nice." It was freaking amazing. I never wanted our lips to pull apart. I sensed that my dad could read this sub text.

"That's good. He, ugh, seems like a nice boy."

"He is."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, until I remembered Mable.

"This weird guy stopped by here today. He said his name was Mable, and told me to tell you he came by." My dad casually flipped through the channels on the T.V.

"Oh, yeah. He's this guy that's helping my with my car, and stuff. What else did he say?" My dad never let anyone but himself, or me, touch his cars. So I highly doubted that he was telling the truth.

"Nothing. He just asked me to tell you that he came by. Why is he helping you out with the car?"

"He, ugh...he's good with cars." Yeah. Right.

"How'd you meet him?" I felt like it was my turn to grill my Dad; a turning of the tables.

"He came into the bank, and I helped him out. We got to talking, and, you know. Now he's helping out with the car. Where'd you guys go for dinner?" Nice changing of subject.

"This fancy place; it was called Elegance. It was really nice...I think I'm going to head up to bed." I walked over to give him a kiss on the cheek and then went upstairs.

I placed the rose on my nightstand and put my pyjamas on. If I hadn't been so dazed from my date, I probably would have investigated the whole Mable thing a little more. My Dad is incredibly protective over his 'babies', so I find it very hard to believe that he just let this random guy off the street even look at his car. Again, I moved the thought to the back of my mind to reminisce about my first kiss.

And the few other kisses that followed it.

I could still feel his arms around me, the tingle on my lips, his finger brushing the loose pieces of hair out of my eyes. I made up my mind then that I would ask him about the medical bracelet he had been wearing when we saw each other the next day. It probably wasn't anything serious- just an allergy, or...something else like that. I curled up under my blanket and closed my eyes, replaying everything that had happened that night.

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I woke up on Sunday refreshed and relaxed. I checked my cell; it was 10:47. I texted Adam, assuming that he was already up, but was interrupted by something hitting my window. I didn't make a big deal of it, but when I heard the sound again, I went to investigate. I looked through the transparent Plexiglas to find Adam standing on the grass, with a few small rocks in his hand. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the window and yelled out to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say we could hang out today?" He grinned as I blushed.

"Well, yeah, I just thought that...I'll be down in a minute?"

"I'll be here." He was still standing there as I closed my window, which faced the side of my house. The was several feet of grass between my house and the next. I had a sudden impulse to jump out the window, and sneak out. However, first, there was nothing for me to hold onto on my way down, and I would probably end up either crushing Adam, or my bones. Second, I had never heard of someone sneaking out of their house at half past ten in the morning.

I rushed to pull on a pair of boot cut, ripped-at-the-knees jeans from my dresser. I pulled on a peach-coloured shirt from my closet, and opted for the black cardigan that I chose not to wear last night. I quickly brushed my hair and put it in a side braid. I didn't put on foundation, but instead a little powder. I grabbed my converse from my closet and almost leaped down the stairs. I figured my dad would be in the garage, because he didn't have to work today, but was surprised when I didn't find him grease covered, hiding behind the hood of his car. I quickly grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote down that I was hanging out with Adam. I left it on the kitchen table so that he would find it, and went outside.

Adam was casually leaning against his car, keys spining around his finger. His eyes jumped when he saw me approach. Silence. What were we now, friends? Friends with benefits? Boyfriend and Girlfriend? I spoke to brake the awkward silence. It was weird; I didn't feel all that shy around him anymore.

"I had a really nice time last night." I glanced up at him to find him blushing.

"Me too." I slowly reached for his hand and laced my fingers through his, as he did with me last night. He gripped my hand tight.

"So, what did you want to do, today?" He seemed to be concentrating on something. I helped him out a bit. "We could...go get some ice cream. There's this place that's just around the corner; they have some of the best ice cream you could ever eat...or we could rent a paddle boat at the park. We could go to the mall, or hang by the dock, or..." My rambling had been put to a stop as he took my face in his hands and brought me to him. He kissed me softly, but with more assertiveness that I expected, although I hadn't expected him to kiss me. As he pulled away from me, he kept his hands on my cheeks.

"It...it doesn't matter to me what we do, or where we go, as long as I'm with you." I stood there in stunned silence for a few seconds until I completely registered what he said. I smiled and kissed him, as I wrapped my hands around his neck. I met his gaze, to which I was completely bewildered. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

"So ice cream, it is, then?"