the shower and take extra time shaving. If Travis touches my legs again, I want them to be smooth. In less than half an hour, I run downstairs and grab a banana.
“Where are you off to so early?” Mom asks from the back porch. She and Dad are sitting on the back step with a cup of coffee. She’s leaning against him reading a book. It’s sickening how cute they are.
“Spending the day with some friends. I’ll probably be late again.”
“Eleven, young lady,” Dad chimes in.
“Come on. It’s summer vacation.” If I have to resort to begging again, I will.
“Fine, midnight. But I’ll be waiting, so don’t be late.”
“Thanks, Dad!” I give him a hug and Mom a kiss on the cheek. “Love you guys.”
When I get to Travis’, he’s leaning on his doorframe and pushes off when I round the corner. My steps falter for a minute because I realize he’s waiting for me . Me . The quiet girl that boys don’t look at. The one that can only fantasize about a guy like him but knows it could never be a reality.
His lips curve up in a sexy smile, and I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Hi,” I say against his lips.
He grunts and squeezes my butt. “You have the nicest ass. Have I ever told you that?” He walks me back into his apartment and kicks the door shut.
“No. You haven’t.”
“Hmm. Well you do. It fits perfectly in my hands, see?” He palms and squeezes again.
“You’re such a perv,” I joke and kiss his lips before hopping down.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Whatever,” I shrug.
“Let me take you somewhere?” he asks, biting his lip, unsure. He makes me feel safe, so I don’t even ask where, but turn and walk out with him.
“Where are we?” He’s brought me to a place I’ve never seen before, off a main street and very secluded.
“You’ll see.” He parks the car and jogs around to my side.
We walk for a few minutes, and I’m in absolute astonishment of this place. It’s breathtaking. Trees taller than I’ve ever seen in my life surround us, and sun filters in through lush green leaves. Birds sing and crickets chirp, making me squeeze his hand tighter.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“What is it?” He laughs at me, practically glued to him.
“Well, when I said spiders were my biggest fear, I may have lied a little.” Another chirp, and I squeal, lifting my knees up to my chest as I run away.
“What are you talking about?” He’s full on laughing now, trying to keep up with me.
“I really, really hate crickets.” My voice squeaks.
“Seriously?”
“Stop laughing at me! Ahh!” I jump again when I feel one on my leg.
He stops and squats down, wheezing he’s laughing so hard. “I’m… damn. You’re scared of crickets?”
I mock irritation but am happy to see him laugh. I put my hands on my hips and tap my foot. “They’re all long antennas and jumpy. Yes. Okay, they scare me.”
His face sobers, and he saunters toward me. When he gets close enough, he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” His eyes penetrate mine, and I lean up and kiss his cheek.
“I know,” I whisper.
He holds me a little tighter, and I nestle my head on his shoulder. My jaw drops open at the view he’s carried me to. The entire city is nonexistent, no cars or buildings, only crystal clear blue water, rocks, and trees are before us.
“How did you find this?”
He hit the jackpot bringing me here. By the smirk on his face, he knows it.
“This,” he sets me on the edge of a cliff, “found me.”
Sitting down, he extends his hand for me to do the same. Before my butt hits the grass, he pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me. Words aren’t spoken because they’re not needed. A silent tear runs down my face when I realize this is it. This is my one chance at happy, and it’s going to be over way too soon.
I look up at him, and he silently wipes my tear. His
Katie Mac, Kathryn McNeill Crane