Page 113 of The Tattered Gloves
Shrugging, he led me to a familiar black sedan I’d seen him in on a few occasions. I believe it belonged to his father, but I’d never asked.
“I thought we might do something different tonight.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Your door, madam,” he said, making a grand gesture as he pulled open the car door in front of me.
“You’re so weird,” I laughed.
I watched as he carefully shut the passenger side door and ran around the front to join me. Once he was safely inside, the engine roared to life and we were soon driving down Main to a destination unknown.
“Does my aunt know where we are going?”
He made a face, scrunching his nose.
“Well, she knows we’re together.”
“And where does she think we are?” I pressed.
“A movie.”
“But we’re not going to a movie, I take it?”
He just smiled.
Soon, we were driving past town limits and driving uphill on a bumpy, unpaved road.
“Are you taking me on a night hike? Is that a thing? I don’t even know.”
He laughed. “I know better than that. No, no hiking involved. Promise. Just trust me, okay?”
“Okay.”
We drove another ten minutes or so, while I continued to look out the window, enjoying the way the moonlight fell across the horizon, scattering over the trees and farmlands like a soft blanket.
Finally, the car came to a stop and I took a moment to look around before turning toward Sam.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“I’m not sure there is a name for it. Most of us just call it ‘The Spot’. During football season, it’s the place to hang out after games and dances. But during the winter, it’s pretty desolate because of the cold.”
“So it’s a party spot?”
He nodded. “Partying and other stuff.”
I instantly blushed.
His hand reached out and found mine. “I thought it might be a good place to talk.”
“Talk?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind doing all sorts of stuff with you besides talking. I could make a list. A really long, detailed list.”
My blush deepened.
“But tonight, we need to talk. Because as much as you try to hide it and put on a brave face, I can see you are still struggling with everything that happened a few weeks ago and I want to be here for you.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested.
