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Kalum says he’s taking me on a surprise joyride and to bring my swimsuit and a change of clothes. I’m wary but excited. His parents are out of town, and he showed up and knocked on my door this morning and asked if I would go with him.
“I want to take you to a place I thought you might like. It will keep your mind off other things.”
He means it will help me get my mind off mourning my parents. Thinking about them makes my chest squeeze tight and my throat close.
For the past month, Kalum has changed. He has acted more like a good friend than an enemy. He takes me to school, and I wait for him in the library after school until he finishes with practice.
He doesn’t taunt me anymore, and on the nights when I cry, missing my parents, he holds me. He is careful when entering my room and always locks the door. I cry on his shoulder, and he soothes me, and it’s the greatest feeling in the world.
To be held.
To feel safe.
I wrap my body around his, knowing he doesn’t expect more, but my favorite part is when his lips touch my forehead in a kiss.
At night, it is like we are in a bubble he has created. A shield against the outside world that can’t be penetrated. Some nights, I dream of him and hope that he dreams of me too like a sharing of souls.
Once he sees I packed a light bag, he walks down the hallway, and I follow. Once we are outside, my eyes light up.
“Is that yours?” I point at the white Jeep.
“I rented it.”
Why would he rent a Jeep? He opens the door, and he already has the top down. It has a soft top that can be opened electronically, a newer model than the one I was interested in purchasing from Lane.
My thoughts briefly think of Lane and the night at the fair but quickly disappear when Kalum slides in the driver’s side after placing a book bag in the back. My eyes trail over his football T-shirt with his school logo and his number sixty-eight on the lower left part near the hem. He wears light gray shorts showing his muscular legs. My eyes trail over his large hands and muscled forearms. Kalum is gorgeous.
Girls give him doe eyes in the hallways, but when he looks at me and smiles every morning, it feels like rain falling violently from the sky. The force rippled inside me.
I try to play it off, but then I remember what he did to me with his tongue between my thighs. He gave me the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It was beautiful, and it was mine. It was our secret.
He places the car in gear, and we head toward the open road. The wind begins to pick up as the car increases in speed, and the memory of what my mom said about her time in college with her favorite Jeep brings a smile to my face. To experiencesomething similar to what my mom did forges the memory together, bringing me closer to her in reenacting a memory she shared with me.
“Do you like it?” Kalum asks, raising his voice over the wind.
My head turns, and the huge grin on my face has him smiling.
“I love it!”
On the way to wherever he’s taking me, I tell him about my mom and the Jeep she had in college she had to sell when she fell pregnant with me. I also tell him about the Jeep Lane Turner had for sale at his shop that I couldn’t afford.
“So I got it right?”
“With what?” I answer.
“Renting the Jeep and taking you on an adventure.”
“Yes. This is the most fun I’ve had since forever.”
He knows I mean the accident involving the death of my parents. Why I feel like telling him this, I have no idea. I guess it’s because he stays quiet when crying at night and the fact that he is always there holding me until I fall asleep, waking up in his arms. He hasn’t tried to touch me since that morning he ate me out on his bed.
He has respected the fact that I’m not like the girls he is used to with casual sex. He knows that I see sex as something special that needs to be with the right person. Like the first time you see the sun set. Because you’ll never see another one like it.
This change in him is refreshing, and it means a lot that he has been there for me at night when I’m at my lowest. He could have stayed acting like he did when we first met.
We arrive at a state park. There is a lake where you can swim with white sand like at the beach. There are picnic tables to the right with grills. On the far side is a dock for fishing.
“This is beautiful, Kalum,” I breathe.
