3 Months Later...
"Catch this!" Stevie tosses a gummy worm in the air as I tilt my head back and attempt to grab it. Grabbing it with my teeth I moan out and lift my arms up while I listen to Stevie squeal and giggle.
Going in for a kiss, Stevie stands up and starts to run, the dust kicking up from her heels. "You have to catch me first,"
Standing up I jog to her and hear her sweet laugh spread and divide into the starry sky above us. I grab her wrist and pull her, lifting her up into my arms where she collapses and grabs my face. Pulling my face into her she kisses me while I hold her securely in my arms, she nips at my bottom lip and giggles.
I've never loved a woman quite like I loved Stevie. I felt every single emotion and my senses were heightened when I was with her. When I held her I never wanted to let her go, I wanted to feel her body up against mine. I loved her even though I knew I wasn't supposed to, everything I told me to leave her alone. Not bother her life with all of my dangerous drama but that's exactly what I was doing, I was wrapping her up in my constricted blanket of drama.
I twirled her around in my arms and felt her arms raise above her head while her hair swirled in the breeze we created.
"I love you," I tell her as I stood still and looked into her eyes where I see my reflection.
"I don't think you do," she teases as I held her small body in my arms. Her voice is above a whisper in my ear, "I think you need to prove it," she tells me with a dimpled smirk on her face.
I run with her in my arms to the motel room we had inhabited over the last few weeks. Every few weeks we move to the next motel, we have traveled and scattered ourselves over the edges of Texas. We had embraced the open road, claimed it as our freedom. We had met all kinds of people and ate more Barbecue then our stomachs could handle.
I pour Stevie another drink and hand her the red solo cup, I have to remind her to stay quiet since Kyla was sleeping in the other room a few inches from us, the wood was thin and Ky tended to be a very light sleeper.
After more alcohol then we could handle Stevie slams me with a pillow. My head shoots to the side and slowly rebounds to meet Stevie's drunken smile.
"Wasn't me, swear, scouts honor!" Stevie's voice escalated as she wobbled while getting up on the bed. She begins to jump and I follow suit playfully hitting her with my pillow. Before we both know it feather litter the air like snow on a winter day.
White feathers fall into her hair as she drunkenly tried to hit me with her pillow and jump at the same time. She falls multiple times from her non-existent coordination and I can say I did the same. The alcohol courses through my veins and takes away any previous judgment I had, my mind is let loose.
Falling onto the bed I let the feathers fall onto my red face, I breathe heavy and feel Stevie move sloppily over to me, straddling me. I run my hands up her bare thighs until I'm met with the fraying of her denim shorts.
"If my mother could see the way I've been living I don't really know what she would think of me," Stevie tells me while her head sags down as she traces my belt buckle.
"W- what?" I asked drunk out of my mind. I couldn't understand fully what she was getting at.
"Someone who doesn't have a home, my home is wherever I lie my head. My home is wherever you are but is that going to be enough? We have nothing, we have nothing but us...." she rambles falling softly onto my chest where I stroke her silky long hair.
