The Virus

Chapter Six

Strolling down the street, I searched for the place to make my first move. Chris talked beside me but I was barely listening. I wasn’t interested in conversation. We were now a block away from the apartment. I had to do something that would make him interested in coming inside for a little more. Finally deciding to make my move, I took hold of his hand and pulled him into the parking garage with me. He asked what we were doing but I ignored him.

            My only vehicle wasn’t just the motorcycle; I just preferred it to cars. Finding the car Laurence bought me last year, I leaned against the hood pulling Chris with me.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, my eyes searching his.

            He understood. He was only seven years older than me (not that he knew that) so kissing him didn’t feel gross or weird. The kiss gradually got deeper until I cut it short by saying that my apartment was upstairs. I trailed a fingernail down his chest until I reached the button of his pants. I tapped it gently sending him an “I want you” look. I got the feeling that Chris wanted me to, so badly in fact that we practically started groping each other out in the hall. I miss the keyhole several times before Chris gently took the key from my hand and slid it into the lock with a whispered “I never miss”.

“I’m sure you don’t,” I purred.

            I didn’t want to mess up my bed so instead I swept off everything from the kitchen table like I’d seen so many times in movies. He lifted me onto the table and we resumed our kiss. Our breathing was heavy with desire. Do it now, I thought. I have to do it now…before I get caught up. Feeling for the gun under my shirt, my fingers shook with anticipation. I grasped the cool metal. No turning back now. I was at a disadvantage in my position so I shoved him back and jumped off the table. I pushed him against the wall and pressed my lips to his once more. He didn’t give it a second thought.

            Now we’re in business. I removed my weapon from under my shirt and just as easily as I breathed, I pressed it to his chest and detached my lips from his.

“This was fun,” I said.

            In the darkness of my apartment he immediately realized he’d been deceived. I grinned. So much fun! I was a second away from pulling the trigger when something hard pressed to the side of my head. I froze.

“Drop it,” he ordered.

            Damn it! Always at the worst times! How the hell did he keep getting into my apartment anyway?

“Drop it!” he repeated.

            I sighed and let the gun fall from my hands. Carter yanked me back and nodded at the door.

“Get out of here,” he said to Chris.

            Chris, obviously thankful, ran and didn’t look back. There goes my fun.

With his gun still pressed to the side of my head, Carter said, “We need to talk.”

            He yanked me along and shut the apartment door that Chris hadn’t bothered to close.

“Will you please get your gun out of my face?” I asked.

“Empty your pockets,” he said, ignoring my request.

            I took out my phone, lip gloss, a couple of dollars, and a pocket knife. Setting them down on the couch, I raised my hands in surrender.

“Is that everything?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

            He released my arm and tucked his gun under his shirt.