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10
Ethan
“When’syour car going to be fixed?” Rylie asks.
“Why, you don’t like this sub-compact rental?” I say. “It’s what all the cool people are driving. Anyway I thought you were Eco-conscious.”
I’m taking her to a charity event in Waikiki. The organization sponsoring the evening is a leader in the fight to preserve the green sea turtles, as well as other endangered species in the Pacific. I’m going to introduce Rylie to my greenie lawyer friend who might be able to give her some advice on her career aspirations.
I take her hand and drink her in.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she grins.
“You don’t think I can wreck two cars in a week do you?”
“I’m just nervous.”
“What’s happening, Babe?”
She frowns and looks at me. “Is everyone a mind reader?”
“What’s that mean?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing. My mom. My best friend. My dad, now you too.”
“So all the people that care about you.”
She relaxes a little. And says, “I’m worried.”
“About this?” I ask, lifting up our intertwined fingers.
“Yeah, this.” She squeezes my hand but thankfully doesn’t let go. I can't get enough of touching her skin.
For me hand-holding is one of the most intimate things two adults can do while operating machinery or in public. Interlaced fingers can be more intense than sex depending on the woman and this one is spiking my heart rate. She’s dressed in a light Hawaiian print sundress, backless with her hair tied up. Little makeup and jewelry, but she looks like a princess to me. Her lightly tanned legs are crossed, our joined hands resting on top, making me think of her tight sweetness underneath. I’m beyond yearning to part those soft thighs at last.
“I’m going to introduce you to this guy, Gary Hyde. He’s been working in environmental law for ages, knows all the players. He might be able to recommend you for an internship.”
“I’m not sure,” she says, looking out the window.
“Honest, he kinda owes me one.”
“I’m still struggling with the bar exam studies, and…”
“What, Bae?”
She hesitates and looks out the side window. Dropping my hand, she turns back to announce, “I think my dad suspects.”
Shit.
With a long inhale, I reach to secure her hand in mine again, holding her fast.
“We’ll have to deal with that sooner or later,” I say. "If this is still what you want?"
“I do. I guess. My mother has…” She becomes pensive and quiet.
“What?” That ‘I guess’ has me churning up inside.
“Never mind.” She smiles wanly. “Can we enjoy tonight without talk of my parents, please?”
