There's Just Something Sexy About...

There's Just Something Sexy About... *9*

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There's Just Something Sexy About... *9*

I shut my car door and threw my duffel bag across my shoulder. My aunt's house was just as I remembered it, the same flowers dotting her exquisite lawn. Her house was large, the outside made of cream stucco, and you could tell with one look that this woman was loaded.

I rang her doorbell, but I didn't wait for her to answer it. I stepped inside to see her coming down the hall with a robe and her hair up in curlers. The sight was highly entertaining and I laughed out loud, her own laugh mixing with mine.

She wrapped me into a bone crushing hug. "It's so good to see you, sugar pie! My! - look how much you've matured just in the last few months!"

I hugged her back, her rose-smelling perfume filling my nose. "It's great to see you too. And I'm happy to say you haven't changed a bit!"

"I always knew I liked you," she giggled. Them without asking, she grabbed my bag from me and began walking up the stairs. "You can have Melanie's room this weekend since she ain't coming home!"

Melanie was my cousin, her daughter. She was two years older than me, but we had grown up being practically best friends. I was a little bit disappointed knowing she wouldn't be here, but I kind of liked the idea of having alone time with Aunt Marcie...She felt like a mother to me, rather than an aunt.

Our night quickly turned into a movie-makeover-night. We sat on the floor to her bedroom while she played classic movies much like The Titanic and Casablanca. She also painted my nails, rolled my hair up like hers, and dressed me up in a robe. Popcorn and chocolate was always present, along with our laughter mixed with tears.

When the movie was over, it was time for bonding-time. Aunt Marcie was becoming my mom all over again in just a few minutes, and I have to admit I liked it. I hadn't had a full conversation with my mom since The Incident and I missed her motherly company more than anything...

I told my aunt all about Luke and everything that had to do with him. I left nothing out when I told her about the weekend at Wild Wonders Ranch, about going to the art gallery, and about the note. She was all giggles and squeals, especially when I finally admitted my feelings for him might be growing.

I retired to bed at about two A.M. I let my hair out of the rollers and my hair fell down in beautiful, auburn curls. I threw my robe off, leaving me in just boxers and an over-sized t-shirt. With a heavy sigh of pure comfort, I closed my eyes and wait for sleep to take me.

It almost did but the sound of shuffling feet and voices caught my mind before it could. I shot up from my bed and peered out the window; three black silhouettes ran around in the dark. Not even considering what I could be getting myself into, I threw the robe back on, threw my hair into a bun, and dashed silently down the steps.

I didn't dare turn on the porch lights. Instead, I crept silently out the door and into the dark, all the while listening to the voices. To my horror, I clearly heard three male voices, but I pressed on. I could tell by their tinkering that they were messing with our cars and I wasn't going to let them get away with it.

When I was finally to the driveway I stood there with my arms folded across my chest. I saw the men moving around and I cleared my throat. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The light from the moon showed me all I needed to see. Two of the men ran away as soon as they heard my voice, not even caring about finishing up their business. But one of them stayed, staring at me; I felt his intense gaze on me and I shuffled uncomfortably.

"Jordie?" the voice asked. As soon as it left the man's mouth, I recognized the deep huskiness, the slight rasp that came with his whisper.

"Luke?" My voice clearly held my disbelief, but it was anger that followed. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Our voices were still at whispers so no one could hear, but as Luke approached me, he stopped the whispering. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

His tone wasn't accusing- it was calm actually- but I was pretty pissed. "I'm spending the weekend with my aunt, but I don't think that that's relevant at the moment. Care to explain why you were messing with my and my aunt's cars?"

He cleared his throat nervously. "It's kind of complicated...and kind of a secret..."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care what it is. You were just trying to steal our cars, huh?" I couldn't believe that this boy- the boy who I thought was sweet, kind, practically perfect- had been lying this whole time. But what I really couldn't believe was that I had allowed myself to trust him.

His head was downcast and he didn't try to protest; I had hit the nail spot on. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up. "It's not what it looks like though, I promise. I promise there is a good reason for all of this!"

I just gave a snort. "Better be a damn good reason at that."

"Can we talk somewhere else? Can we drive to the park or something?"

"Is that car stolen too?" The words came out snippy, accusing, and before I could stop them. I didn't mean to say it...it just...came out and I couldn't control them.

"I guess I deserved that," he said. He sounded like a child getting scolded by his mother and instantly I felt bad. The anger seemed to melt away like ice over fire...There's just something sexy about a guy who is willing to be vulnerable.

I sighed heavy and took a long time exhaling. Reluctantly- and unsurely might I add- I opened my mouth. "Alright."

"Alright I deserved it, or alright you'll let me explain?" I heard the hope loud and clear.

"Is there really a difference?"

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