Inviting The Virgin (Old Version)

Inviting The Virgin (46)

The night carried on in a usual fashion and when I say usual fashion I mean it was more like something out of a movie then my actual life. Flirting with Adam was easy I'd been doing it this whole weekend but now it felt a little forced and a little shamefully, I might add but it was working wonders. The dip in the pool must have been the game changer since we were walking out toward his car. My hair was still damp and the cool air hit me hard making goosebumps arise everywhere. The majority of my clothes were dry but there were parts that were wet from my bathing suit underneath.

"You're sure you're okay to drive?" I questioned walking close to his side through the baseball fields to the back where everyone parked their cars.

"I'm surprised you know where you're going," I tried to keep the conversation going. If I paused to think, I might reconsider.

"Well I did used to go here." Adam seemed nervous, "And I drank pop most of the night anyways." He guided me towards his car.

"So do you want me to drop you off at home?" He paused between sets of words. He was trying to be subtle unsure of how to ask such a thing without being too forward or full of himself.

I debated the lameness of my excuses not to go home and I picked the most believable, "My parents would freak if I came home this late," I spoke tucking into the passenger side of his car. It was no beetle but at least all it's tires were inflated.

Adam got into the drivers seat. He buckled his seat belt sitting there quietly without looking at me, "I can call a friend and you can drop me off there." I should have paid more attention to him this weekend.

He was doubting. He sat there thinking of his choice. Now I needed to force his hand quick, metaphorically not literally, at least not yet.

"I'm sure Zack is still wake. I'll give him a quick call," I spoke while searching for my cellphone.

"If you want you can stay at my place?" He asked forcing the words out quickly as if he didn't the words wouldn't have come at all, "No funny business I promise," he insisted but not matter how polite a guy is still a guy.

"Funny business," I laughed at his choice of words. This was able to open him enough for him to crack a smile even though he was nervous, "I haven't even decided if you get a goodnight kiss yet," I told him although I knew it wasn't true.

"Not even a kiss," he whined although I knew he was taking his leads from me.

"I don't know I can't remember if our last kiss was a good one or not." My memory was still intact. I remembered that in-fact he was a very good kisser but I had to make him feel like this was his idea. If not I would seem desperate.