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I follow Mark out the front door to the yellow taxi waiting for me in the parking lot. Mark taps the trunk and the man inside pops it open. Setting my luggage in the back, he slams it shut and steps to my side. Slipping his hand around my waist, he softly plays with the loop on the back of my jeans.
“You're going to send me some of your art still, right?”
“You seriously want me to?”
Nodding, he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “Yeah, I'd love to see it. I'm not an artist, but as a mechanic, I can appreciate the work people do with their hands.”
Smiling bashfully, I let my eyes drop to the ground as my cheeks blush. “Okay, I will.”
“Let me see your phone,” he says.
Handing it over, he taps the screen and then hands it back. “There. You have my information now, number and address.”
Peering up at him, his eyes dance between mine as he licks his lips again. His breathing is slowing down, and his expression goes slack. His hand moves to the small of my back and he pulls me in with one good tug.
Tilting his head, he leans in and kisses me. It's slow, sweet, and I can feel it down to my toes. This kiss soaks through every pore on my body, causing my blood to percolate and my stomach to burn. The heat moves through me, making my panties wet and my heart race.
Don't let it in, Sia. One night stand, remember that.
Mark pulls away, breaking our kiss, but my lips don't want to leave his. I want more. More of his kiss. More of his touch. Just more of him.
“Don't forget to send me a painting.” The tips of his fingers linger on my skin as he slowly lets his arm loosen and fall free. Opening the door to the cab for me, he closes it once I'm inside, and taps the roof of the car.
Mark backs away, watching me as the driver pulls onto the street. Giving me a small wave, I wave back, keeping my eyes out the back window until we're too far away for me to see him anymore.
My lips buzz, still warm from his kiss. Reaching up, I smile to myself and touch my mouth. This is a trip I'll never forget. I met someone who didn't cringe when I said I loved painting. A man who didn't look down on me for not being “one of them”.
And for that, this trip is entirely worth it.
