The car slowed down, but Luke didn’t put on his blinker or anything. “That’s an empty lot,” he stated. My boyfriend had eyes that could see in front of him. That was great since he was the one driving.
For the moment!
“I know,” I replied, putting my hand over his briefly.
“Alright,” he said, pulling into the lot and parking the car. “I stand corrected.” Luke being right was hot; Luke standing corrected was even hotter. He should always stand corrected, even when sitting down.
Wait. “This isn’t weird?” I asked with new offense even though a moment ago I wanted to be completely normal. “What if I’m planning to kill you?” I tried to look scary. Grrr!
In response, Luke looked even more confidenter, which wasn’t a word, but still described him. “You’d never kill me. I’m too pretty.” Maybe that was a little cocky but accurate. “But this isn’t weird. This is great.” He looked really happy to be in a dumb vacant lot with me. Aww. He put the car in park, then thought better of it and turned it off.
“Yeah?” I asked, smile slowly working its way onto my face without my expressed written permission.
“Yeah,” he agreed. We shared a fond moment.
Saturday night in dinky little Lake Forest found us in an abandoned lot and that didn’t even matter because the fading light made everything all dusky and romantic, last rays of the sun catching in his golden locks. Luke looked at me all fondly, and everything felt perfect.
The urge to burst into song or laugh with giddy glee was strong, but I managed not to ruin the moment. A very impressive feat for me, the Professional Moment Ruiner, but I didn’t. I was retired and that made me feel even better.
Eventually, the moment died a natural death after living to the ripe old age of 93 and I had to ask, “Are you gonna move?”
Luke smirked at my question and moved closer.
Okay, this was a weird way to switch seats, but I wasn’t complaining. We got to press all up against each other on the way to our new spots. Actually, this was totally how we should enter and exit cars all the time now. Who did I call to make that a law?
My boyfriend’s firm body pressed against mine as his thumb played with the material of my shirt around my hip, occasionally brushing against the skin there. I wound up on his lap after a moment and that wasn’t bad, but I didn’t think it was legal to drive like this.
I was facing the wrong way, or not the way I intended to face, I couldn’t say being up close and personal with Luke’s face and those lovely green eyes waswrong. The steering wheel pressed into my lower back for a moment until Luke moved our seat back and gave us more room.
Well, my seat. His body just didn’t know that yet. We sat there in my-our seat for a moment.
I stared at Luke. Luke stared back at me.
I put my hands on his arms and kinda tried to give him a push and shove in the right direction, maybe he just needed a little help, and he put his hands on my hips. Then I squeezed his arms—I’m not an idiot, why not take the opportunity—he had great arms with lean, strong muscles.
While I’d had no driving lessons before, this was the best one ever. My only feedback was it was a little light on, you know, the driving lesson part.
Could I even reach the brake and gas pedal like this?
I tried, moving my legs back. I succeeded. If we defined success by kicking just about everythingexceptthe break and gas pedal. I defined success in whatever way let me be considered successful in the given moment, so go me for succeeding. I kicked Luke, myself, the dashboard, and the steering wheel.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked after a moment.
“I’m driving,” I replied in a voice like it should be obvious, duh… it actually probably wasn’t that obvious. Still, just the words made me grin. I was driving! Kind of!
A little furrow appeared in Luke’s brow while he tried to process that. “You can’t drive,” he said after a moment, like he was reminding me.
“That’s why I’m learning.” Duh. That time the duh was more appropriate.
“Really, when?” The furrow disappeared and he looked curious and genuine.
“Right now,” I pointed out. Duh?
“Oh, that’s what you were trying to do?” He frowned a little.
“What did you think I was trying to do? I wouldn’t really murder you, you’re too pretty.” I put my hand on his pretty face.
“I thought we were going to make out,” Luke explained, with a pout that wasnotirresistible. I started nodding vigorously, which I always did whenever I was lying. Come on, I didn’t even say that out loud!
