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“You don’t think your dad heard that do you?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head, her eyebrows pinched together, her bottom lip in a pout.
My face was right next to hers and I could smell her perfume. It stung sweetly. I sat back up and pulled her closely to me.
“I’m glad we did it,” I said.
“I know, me too.”
“You know,” I began coyly, changing the subject, “your parents are probably asleep.”
“Your point?”
“And you’ve got half an hour before curfew right?”
“Again, your point?” She asked cautiously.
“I just thought that maybe, if you wanted to, we could hang in the cab of the truck for awhile before you go in.”
“What are you suggesting we do?” She asked flirtatiously.
“I don’t know, maybe, as a reward for doing such a good thing today we could make out?”
“Elliott,” she laughed, “what am I going to do with you? You know one good thing doesn’t cancel out one naughty thing right?”
“Wait a minute! There’s nothing naughty about making out,” I protested.
“No, there isn’t, but there are things it can lead to that aren’t exactly good for us,” she replied, “and we aren’t exactly the suppressing type.”
“I think we can control ourselves for a few minutes Jules. We did that night I fell asleep on your living room chair,” I basically pleaded.
She sat for a few seconds, thinking.
“No argument there,” she smiled.
We were at each other before you could blink an eye. She felt so warm to me, warmer than the heater blowing through my vents. There’s always something so romantic about the winter. The chill in the air forces you closer to one another and what can be an already satisfying touch always feels extraordinary when it’s cold outside but there was also, for me, the added bonus that every touch from Jules included a shivering electric shudder through my spine.
Winter also brought with it the most enticing smells as well. The clean snow, warm chocolate drinks, the satisfying punch of the woodsy billowing smoke from everyone's chimneys. The smoke was always my personal favorite, besides Jules’ fragrance that is.
When I began to kiss her, I could feel her breath warm against my mouth. I pressed my fingers into the small of her back and culled her into my body. I ran my hand down her hip and thigh and cupped my hand around the back of her knee. She let her hair fall behind her and I brushed my lips along her neck until they reached the hollow beneath her ear. I repeatedly kissed her there. Tiny, insignificant kisses that spread a shiver across her skin. I continued across her collarbone to the bottom of her neck, kissing up her throat and paused when I heard her swallowing hard.
“Stop,” she barely whispered.
“Stop?” I asked quietly.
“Don’t stop,” she corrected.
I continued until I reached her chin and kept going until my lips met hers. She slammed her mouth against mine and the electricity hammered its way through my body, ravaging every nerve that I had, firing off each one with tumultuous effectiveness. I pulled her knee up and around me as I pressed her against the window on her side of the car. I propelled my body into hers, pressing my left hand against the cold glass.
The cold shocked me back into reality. I sat back up and scooted myself away from her.
“Wow,” I said and dragged both my hands through my hair.
Her chest huffed with each winded breath. She rested the back of her head against the cold passenger window and attempted to straighten out her hair but I could tell she was thinking of something. She quickly sprang for me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. She crushed her lips into mine with the same severity as before, but this time I resisted.
“No,” I said grabbing her shoulders.
“Yes,” she said pushing herself against me.
