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10
Sky
The snow driftsdown heavier than recently and by the time we get to my place, the dark clouds bring the winter’s night on early. Dylan parks behind my snow-covered car.
“If we’re going back to the start, I should really rear-end that car.” He looks at me sideways with a grin.
I’m busy calculating my next move and trying to anticipate his. The snow settles on the windscreen.
“White Christmas, do you think?” I ask.
“A few days to go yet but maybe.”
“I’d better get inside before…”
“Before what?” He turns in the seat and I stiffen. If I kiss Dylan, that’s it. Over. I’m lost again.
“Before the roads are bad,” I say the words but I’m unaware of anything but Dylan, the leather scent of his jacket is different to the summer Dylan, a new flavour mingling with the familiar.
“I’ll be okay,” he says, his gaze on my mouth.
I lick my dry lips and his pupils dilate, and even without his hands on me, Dylan’s stirring arousal. He reaches out a hand, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear the way he always used to, his fingertips grazing my cheek with heat. Hesitantly, he moves his face closer, reminding me of the first time he kissed me. I tense as his warm breath strokes my face, dragged into the charged moment before his lips touch mine.
Dylan softly presses his mouth to mine. Then waits. I push my lips against his and our mouths move together, the hesitant kiss of those just met, not of reuniting lovers. I fall into space, past the stars into his universe, pulled to the man who has never let me go. The world outside of the heating space of the car doesn't exist, our bubble transplanted to here and now. I grip his growing curls and hold his neck and he leans across the middle of the car, pulls me close and lets go of his gentleness. Dylan holds both of my cheeks, the way he did on the beach in the rain, and kisses me like a drowning man desperate for air only I can give him.
My winter coat and his jacket create a barrier and I fight the urge to slip my hands inside his jacket and feel his warmth and strength. If I do that, I know he’ll reciprocate and in a car, in the street, isn’t the right place to start. Dylan switches his attention to my neck, flicking his tongue into the sensitive spot he knows turns me on and I grip his neck harder.
Slowly, Dylan unwinds my fingers from his neck and shifts his head away. We breathe in sync, rapidly, reflecting the desire to reunite that we both have. But not now, not yet.
“I’ve missed you, Sky,” he whispers, cupping my cheek.
“Life lost a lot of colour without you,” I say. “And not just the tattoos.”
“Will you see me again?”
“Yes.” I softly brush his lips and draw away. Dylan’s lips part and I place a finger on them. “But I’m not ready for the intensity again this soon.”
“I get that.”
“Which is why I’m going inside alone.”
“Unfortunately, I thought you’d say that.” He kisses my forehead and sits back.
As I open the car door, Dylan catches my hand. “Tomorrow?”
There’s a hint of the old Dylan, reaching out to the old Sky he’s just resurrected. “It’s always tomorrow with you, isn’t it?” I ask, echoing the words from the summer.
