Page 11 of Imperfections Seduced
We walk to the car, and he walks in front of me and opens the door. “Wow, are you opening the car door for me? Things have changed.”
“I am nothing less than a gentleman. I will always open the door for a pretty lady.”
“Ha. I’ve seen you open the car door for women before, but you’ve never actually opened one for me or anyone that you’re dating, that I can remember.”
“That was the old me—the college years. I’ve learned a few things since then.”
“That’s a good thing; it’s nice to see that chivalry isn’t completely dead. At least something has changed for thebetter.” He closes my door, gets in the driver’s seat and puts on his seat belt. He puts his left hand on the steering wheel, and I can’t help but stare at his hands. In my mind I can see them touching me. I can still feel his hand against my cheek, gentle, yet rough at the same time. I have to stop thinking like this; I’ve only been with him for ten minutes and I’m thinking about how his hands feel on me. How am I going to spend two hours with him and my sister, the happy couple?
“Cat, are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“It looks like something’s on your mind. I think I know what it is—you want to talk about it now?”
“No.”
“I think we should. A lot of things happened last night and since you’ve been gone.”
I turn my head and look at him. “Clearly. Let’s not talk about it —not tonight. Let’s just try to make it through dinner.”
He puts the car in drive. I turn and stare out the window and try to clear my mind, putting my head against the headrest. The radio comes on and the DJ is talking about the big first milestones in a person’s life that takes them to adulthood, like your first kiss, first crush, first relationship, and the big first, the first time you had sex. I can’t believe he’s taking calls about this shit, talking about this right at this moment. Why! Why! Why! Why ME? I can’t catch a freaking break.
“So what was your first time like?”
My head whips around so fast I feel a pinch in my neck. “Excuse me?” I can’t believe he’s asking me about the first time I had sex.
“What was your first kiss like?”
Oh. I seriously need to relax. As if he doesn’t knowwhat it was like. He looks at me, smiling with perfectly straight white teeth I know he needed to wear braces for a year to get.
“What did you think I was talking about?”
“I thought you said something else.” He knows what I thought he said.
“I’ll tell you what mine was like and with who. I was ten, and in the fifth grade. It was at recess behind the school. Lisa Shaw, cute blonde, big brown eyes. She was one of the most popular girls in school. One day she walked up to me and asked me if I would help her find an earring she lost. I kind of thought it was weird that she was asking me to help her find her earring and not one of her friends, but what the hell, I got to be alone with her. About two minutes after we got back there she grabbed my hand and kissed me full on the lips. She even slipped a little tongue in there.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You must have been in heaven.”
“Yeah, I was, for the next ten minutes—until we got caught by a teacher.”
“Did you get in trouble?”
“Yes, we did, and it was worth every minute.”
“I bet it was.”
He’s grinning, and I can totally see him as a little boy behind the school smiling from ear to ear. Thick black hair and piercing eyes that change to a beautifully haunting shade of blue- gray when he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I told you about my first kiss…”
He takes a quick look at me, still smiling, before he looks at the road again. I turn my head and look straight ahead and start talking before he finishes.
“My first kiss was with some guy who wasn’t much of a looker, who I didn’t really like. I was thirteen and he wasabout sixteen, I hardly remember it. The one thing I do remember is that he was a bad kisser and his tongue was everywhere. He basically assaulted my mouth.” The car stops at the red light, and I turn and look at him. Looking back at me with one eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face, he bursts out,
“Bullshit!”
“What?” I laugh, giving him my best I’m-so-innocent look. “That’s how I remember it.”
