Little Cigars Little Muffins: Racetrack Higgins

Chapter Thirteen

A faint pitter patter is heard above the commotion of eachother's company. As I get up to investigate I feel arms pull me back down to where I was sitting.
"You make it hard to do anything around here" I say, poorly concealing my laughter. The noise only becomes more apparent, and it is clear that it is raining. Sophia immediately runs over to where Race and I are sitting, snuggling in-between us, resting her head on my leg.
"That isn't fair, the dog gets to lay on your lap but I can't" Race says throwing up his arms in protest. However he quickly brings them down to pet the Dalmatian.
I lay my head on Race's shoulder, "comprise?" I ask.
In return Race lays his head on my own, "comprise".
The day continues until nightfall, but the raise ceases to stop. It appears it has only gotten worse since it started, thunder constantly inturpting our conversations.
"Can you come to the racetrack tomorrow, I have a hot tip, just need a little luck" he says flopping his back on the matress. I really need to invest in some furniture, it is so empty in here. Maybe I don't, I barely spend time here anyway, whose to say.
"I don't see why not, Sundays aren't usually busy at the shop. I could probably sneak out after you are done selling" I say, arranging our plans.
Racetrack grabs the back of my top pulling me down onto the bed with him. We sanitamiously roll over onto our sides to face eachother. "It's a date". As if Race and I were the only people in the world it feels as if time as gone still. Before I know it we are leaning in again, ever so close to each other. His arms slither around my waist pulling me closer until I can feel he breath. Not being able to take it any longer, in one swift movement I wrap my arms around his neck causing us to collide. It takes a loud whip of thunder to tear us apart. I swiftly get out of bed to shut the window, as water is now threatening am entrance.
"I should be off, now. The boys are probably worried about me" Race says springing up from the bed. I'm not sure I want him to stay because of the rain, or if I just enjoy his company. All I know is that I want him to stay.
"It's pouring, at least stay until it blows over" I insist. Racetrack cracks a smile as if he wanted me to say that.
"If you insist"
"Can you take off your shoes" I say motioning to the dirt that has managed to track its way thoughout the apartment. Race looks down, embarrassed, he scuffles and kicks off his shoes.
Without causing must hassle I take the broom and dustpan from the wall and begin to clean up. The apartment came with some essentials, including some pots, pans, and cutlery. Wendy gave me pasta last week, she said she wanted to clean her pantry, so she gave me her left overs. I don't have butter or sauce but I don't think Race will mind. He doesn't eat much, or often, I should get some water boiling.
Instead of cleaning up the dirt tracked thoughout my apartment, I grab the sauce pan from the cupboard. Race gives me a bewildered look my back and forth movement, he seems to go deeper into confusion as I beging to fill the pan with water. "Can I have a match" I turn around letting my skirt spin with me. Still confused, he reaches into his pocket and hands me a match packet. I open the small box and take one of the four unlit matches and strike it on the box. No flame, I strike again, no flame, at this point Race is laughing his ass off. By the sixth time it fails to light, tears begin to form in his eyes. Race takes the box and the match from my hand and he lights it. A little ashamed I take the match back and light the stove top to beging heating the water. By this point, Race has figured out I'm making food and is smiling like a kid on his birthday. I can't even have a thought by the time he elopes me into a tight hug. It takes a few seconds for me to wrap my arms around his body due to the shock. The hug seems to never end, we begin to sway from side to side, in utter silence. All that matters is each other in this moment, I want it to last forever.
However all good things come up to an end, and this hug, and his warmth, ends as well.