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A Flash in Time
It’s funny, how whenever you’re really eager for the minutes to pass, time seems to stand still. When you’re waiting in line at the supermarket, or when you’re watching the last few minutes before you have to get up in the morning tick unrepentantly around the clock’s face, time seems to gallop ahead at breakneck speed. When you’re impatiently waiting for your teacher to stop droning on about the quadratic formula, however, so you can tell your best friend that Donny Steele just asked you out—finally—well, let me tell you, it almost makes you think that time just might have taken a holiday. It felt like torture, sitting there, as though I actually cared what the stupid square root of b squared minus four ac was. I had been waiting for this guy to acknowledge my existence ever since ninth grade, when I’d first seen him step out of his gorgeous red Ferrari. I had thought the most beautiful thing in the world was parked outside student services, until I saw its owner slide out of the driver’s seat. My breath had caught in my throat, and I’d had to catch myself on my best friend’s arm.
“Nessie,” I breathed, not able to force my gaze away from the stunning god in front of me. “Nessie, just look at that guy over there! The one that just got out of the red car by that building. Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?”
“Huh?” she said, looking at me absently, her eyes unfocused. She had been distant all day, and not at all her usual self. Though of course, Nessie hardly cared about guys; it figured that she wouldn’t, given that she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, not to mention completely brilliant, and could easily get any boy in the entire school. That was just the way the world worked.
“Nessie!” I exclaimed again, tugging her arm impatiently. “Guy. Over there. Absolutely gorgeous. Look.”
She sighed, rolling her eyes distractedly. “Jeez, Audrey, it’s not like you seeing a gorgeous guy is huge news,” she said, flashing me one of her crooked grins, the kind that would have sent any guy’s heart into hysterics. “You seem to meet one every other day, don’t you?”
I shook my head, rolling my own eyes. “Yes, but those were different,” I said, exasperated. “This one’s a god, look.”
I took her arm and turned her towards the parking lot. The guy was standing by the door now, talking to someone. He looked like something out of a movie, a hero who has been made up to look larger than life. This boy was real, though, standing no more than a mere five yards from me, looking more like a piece of fiction than anything I could possibly imagine. I grinned at Nessie, eager to see the stunned look on her face. Finally, here was a boy who might just break that indifferent air of hers.
I was rewarded—she did look utterly shocked.
“See,” I began teasingly, but stopped as I looked more closely at her expression. She didn’t seem admiring; on the contrary, she looked dismayed, horrified, even…frightened?
“Ness?” I said uncertainly, when she continued to stare at him in alarm. “Hey, Ness, are you okay?” I put my hand lightly on her shoulder, looking at her with concern.
“Oh, what…yes,” she said quickly, jerking her eyes away from him. She looked scared, really scared, and I felt a jolt of alarm run though me in response. Nessie was always cool and calm, and nothing ever seemed to rattle her. It was disconcerting to see her so upset.
“Are you sure…?” I began uncertainly, confused.
“Yes,” she snapped, and without another word she wrenched herself out of my grip, and walked hurriedly away back into the school. I was left standing there alone, staring after her in bewilderment. Why had she acted so strange? So the guy had been hot, there was no denying that. But that was no reason to freak out.
I glanced back over to where I had seen him, but he was gone.
I know that I’m shallow. I suppose there really are more important things in the world, like starving people in African countries, genocide in Darfur, or the economic crisis that’s sweeping across the globe. But it was hard to think about any of that as I hurried out of my math classroom, my mind filled with the excitement of finally being noticed by Donny Steele. To me, it felt like the most important thing in the world.
“Nessie!” I squealed, hardly able to contain myself as I skipped up to our usual table and slid into my seat with my tray. She took one glance at my expression and grinned, giving me a slightly exasperated look. The table in front of her was empty as usual, save for her bottle of Aquafina water. I guess that’s how she stays so thin.
“All right, who is it,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Which lucky guy has won your heart now?”
I smiled with pure elation, eager to draw out the suspense. “Who do you think?” I teased.
“Umm…John?” she guessed, shrugging. “I’ve seen him eyeing you lately.”
“Really?” I said, momentarily sidetracked. No way!
“Oh yeah,” she said, snickering. “And I’ve had it confirmed by a very dependable source.”
I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but then changed my mind. I didn’t care about John any more, not now that I had Donny.
“Donny asked me out,” I blurted suddenly, unable to hold it in anymore.
The comfortable smile on her face froze, and she put the cap slowly back on her water bottle. “Did he,” she said casually.
“Yes!” I said joyfully, refusing to let her less than thrilled reaction get to me. She was always critical of Donny, for some reason. I think she might have had a little thing for him herself; she always seemed to be uncomfortable whenever he was around, but I’d asked her again and again, and she assured me that she had no interest in him. So she couldn’t complain if I took advantage of my incredibly good luck. “It was so amazing. He was waiting by my locker when I came in this morning and asked if I would let him carry my books to English. Isn’t that so romantic? Old fashioned like they did in the old days, but sweet, don’t you think? Anyway, he asked me if I would ever want to do something with him, and I said yes, of course, and he said he’d heard me saying that I wanted to see that movie that’s showing down at the Box yesterday in the library, and would I like to go with him?” I paused to catch my breath, my heart thudding and my face beaming harder than I had thought possible. It was all coming true, everything I’d dreamed about since I’d first seen him step out of that car! And the way his face had looked, when he’d taken my books from my arms…well, let’s just say that I’d felt like I’d just stepped out of a movie, or a book. I always felt that way around him. He was just too beautiful to be real, too perfect. I had always believed that there was no such thing as perfection, but that had been before I’d met Donny.
“Hmm,” Nessie said absently, unscrewing her water bottle again and taking a sip. She looked away from me, her gaze focused out the window at the trees outside. It had been raining all day, but the sun had just broken through the clouds in a rare burst of radiance. “So I suppose you’ll be alone with him…at the movies…”
What kind of stupid question was that? “Duh,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That’s what usually happens on a date. Though I suppose I could invite my dad—he’s been dying to get out all week.”
Nessie gave me a reproachful look, but said nothing, returning her gaze to the window. I have to admit, I did feel a little hurt. I mean, the guy I’d been crushing on for a year had just asked me out, and my best friend didn’t even care? Something about the look on Nessie’s face stopped me from pressing the topic, though. She’d always had a weird thing about Donny. It probably wasn’t anything to do with me.
“So, where is everyone?” I asked after a few minutes of awkward silence in which Nessie continued to stare out the window, and I played uncomfortably with my piece of pizza. I was referring to her foster siblings, who were conspicuously missing from the cafeteria. They always caught your eye when you first walked into the room, no matter how many times you’d seen them; all of them were unfairly beautiful, and more than a little intimidating. I was sort of friends with Alice, and Bella I guess, but the rest just made me uncomfortable. Especially Rosalie—I always felt so plain around her, and it irritated me.
“Camping again,” she muttered, still looking distracted. I gave up on conversation, concentrating instead on eating my lunch and trying not to feel hurt at her reaction to my wonderful news. What was her problem? She was never like this, never mean or jealous about anything good that happened to me. Could that really be it? Could she really be jealous of me? I almost laughed at that thought; it was incomprehensible that she could actually be jealous of me. Ridiculous. Maybe she just had something else on her mind that had nothing to do with me. Maybe—
“I don’t think you should do it,” she said abruptly, turning back to face me with a determined look on her face.
“Huh?” I said, completely lost.
“Go out with Donny,” she explained impatiently. “I really don’t think you should.”
“What?” I exclaimed, shocked. How could she say that? Suspecting that she might be a little jealous was one thing, but this? What kind of a friend was she?
“Don’t look like that, Audrey,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Don’t you think you’d rather be with someone else? I told you John likes you, why not him? He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah, but he’s not Donny,” I said, teeth gritted. What was the matter with her?
She sighed again. “What do you find so attractive about him, anyway? That he has a fancy car? That he’s aloof and dangerous looking? Is that what you want? A dangerous guy?”
“He’s not aloof and dangerous,” I said defensively. I was starting to get angry now. “And don’t think I don’t know what’s really going on here. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, raising a thin eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I said defiantly. “You’re just jealous. You like him, and you’ve liked him ever since that first day we saw him. You just want to convince me not to go so he’ll think I’m not interested, and then he’ll be free for you.”
Nessie gazed at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing. I glared at her, my fury mounting. Now she was going to laugh at me? She was scheming to get my boyfriend, and now she was making fun of me?
I jumped to my feet and slammed my chair in against the table. Her laughter died away, and she seemed to realize how mad I was. “Well, you know what? It’s not going to work, Renesmee. I’m going to go to that movie with Donny tonight, and he’s going to ask me out again, and I’m going to go out with him again. And he’s going to ask me to the dance next month, and I’m going to say yes. And there’s nothing you can do about it, so you might as well start acting like a real friend and be happy for me. If you even are my friend.”
And with that I stalked off, leaving my tray of food on the table and my best friend staring after me in shock.
I refused to speak to Nessie for the rest of the day. She kept trying to catch my eye all through science and then in English, but I ignored her, retreating instead into a stream of happy fantasies. Donny and I would be sitting in the darkening theatre, and his arm would wrap gently around me. He would be pretending to watch the movie, but I would see him glance every few minutes back to my face, and I would know that he found me ten times more interesting than any horror movie. I would pretend to be scared so that I could cringe into him and feel his strong chest….
“Audrey!” a voice said sharply, jerking me from my day dream. I blinked, realizing that class was over and I had already wandered over to my locker. Nessie was standing in front of me, arms folded and glaring at me her brown eyes flashing. I turned my head deliberately away, and pushed past her to reach my locker.
“Audrey, don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped, stepping in front of me to block my path. “Just listen, okay?” She paused, closing her eyes briefly before continuing. “I know you really like Donny, and I swear I’m not saying this because I’m jealous. But there’s something not right about him, Audrey. I can sense it. I—I think he’s dangerous.”
I might have laughed if I hadn’t been so mad at her. She actually did look worried, like she really was unsure if he was safe, but I wasn’t fooled; she was a superb actor. Did she actually think I would fall for her stupid game? I might not be as smart as her or anything, but I’m certainly not that dumb.
I jammed my algebra book and science binder into my backpack, and walked away without a word. She ran to catch up.
“Audrey, come on! You trust me, don’t you? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have a good reason! He’s dangerous, I swear! I just don’t want you do get hurt! Can’t you understand that?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes as I adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. This was really getting ridiculous.
“Look, Nessie,” I said, turning to face her at last. “If you have any real proof that he’s dangerous, I won’t go out with him, okay?” I looked at her expectantly, eyebrows raised.
She stared at me desperately, looking torn. Her eyes were pleading, begging me just to understand some unspoken message. “I—I can’t,” she mumbled, looking down. Her fingers played nervously with a bronze curl. “Can’t—can’t you just believe me?”
She looked so pitiful that I almost caved. But then I pictured Donny’s perfect face, mouth curving up into one of his heart stopping smiles, and I shook my head. Nessie was just going to have to deal with whatever paranoid or jealous feelings she had. Donny was way too much of a prize to give up, even for my best friend.
The look on her face stayed with me though as I unlocked the door of my car, and even when I turned the music up to full volume I couldn’t get her face out of my mind.
I started getting ready nearly two hours before Donny was supposed to arrive. I started with a shower, scrubbing vigorously until my arms were read and the water turned cold. Then I blow dried my hair, and ran a flat iron through it to make sure it was impeccably straight. I rummaged through my closet, tossing discarded clothes over my shoulder, until I found the perfect outfit: black flared jeans that showed off my long legs, and a deep blood red shirt whose design showed diamond shaped pieces of skin on the back. Last, I did my makeup, thanking the gods that my skin was unmarked for the moment.
I stared into the full length mirror, looking critically at the end result. My eyes immediately flew to all the flaws: the girl frowning back at me had eyes that were a little too close together, her hair was a dull, unremarkable brown, her lips were too thin and her nose too pointed. Then I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I waited a second, then opened them again and tried to see the whole picture. A sophisticated looking girl stood there, her cheeks lightly flushed with excitement and her blue eyes accented perfectly by the charcoal lining them and the slightest hint of violet eye shadow. Her lips were pink but not obviously done up with lip gloss or lip liner, and her posture was straight and confident. I watched her mouth curve up in a satisfied smile. She was a girl who I could imagine at Donny Steele’s side, even though her beauty was nothing next to his. That didn’t matter though. No girl in school could ever hope to match his perfection.
The doorbell rang at that moment, and I jumped. He was here already! I felt another satisfied smile flit across my face as I realized that I hadn’t even been sitting by the window pathetically waiting for him to arrive. I walked slowly down the stairs, making him wait a little, and then crossed the narrow kitchen and placed my hand on the doorknob. I swallowed, composing myself, and tugged open the door.
He was standing there, looking like he had walked out of a DaVinci painting. My breath caught in my throat. His golden hair waved slightly over his forehead, a few strands brushing casually over his startlingly brown eyes. His skin was pale as a piece of printing paper, flawless, and looked satiny smooth. My greedy eyes traveled quickly down his tall frame, taking in his soft grey shirt that hugged his form perfectly, and his black but still casual pants just a few shades darker than his shirt. I stared back up at his face, and for a few seconds couldn’t remember one word in the English language. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest that I thought he must be able to hear it; indeed, his mouth curved up into a slight amused smile as he watched my face, almost like he could.
“Uh…hi!” I said dorkily, and immediately snapped my mouth shut. Focus! I snarled at myself, and forced a normal smile onto my face.
Donny didn’t seem to notice, though. His smile stretched wider, as though I was all he had hopped I would be, and held out an arm. “Shall we?” he said gallantly, and I grinned as I took his hand. He was so cute, with his old fashioned chivalry, so unlike all the other guys at school! I tried to picture John doing this, and had to hold back a laugh. How could Nessie ever suggest that I take him over Donny? Insane.
He led my over to his car—that fire red Ferrari, the same one that had caught my attention a year ago. Had it really been a year? It seemed like just yesterday that I had first seen him step onto the concrete of the parking lot, the real-life god, at our school. I could hardly believe it as he opened my door for me, and I slid onto the leather seat. I was really here. All I had dreamed about for so long was really happening. Donny was mine, all mine, for at least another two hours.
“Ready to go?” he asked me, turning the key in the ignition. His voice was like a song, especially designed for me.
“Oh yes!” I said with a grin, and his answering smile made me momentarily forget how to breathe.
We arrived at the movie theatre ten minutes before the show was supposed to begin. During the short ride over, Donny had entertained me with stories about his little brothers, who were always getting into trouble and asking Donny to convince their parents not to punish them. He seemed so normal as he told me about the time when they had snuck into one of their teacher’s houses and written “You suck,” on all the windows in window marker, that I began to feel more at ease. I laughed when I remembered Nessie’s warnings. There was nothing dangerous about Donny! He was funny and sweet, and he even drove well—I had watched the speed dial surreptitiously during the ride, and I never once saw it go even one mile over or under the speed limit.
“I’ll go get you some popcorn,” he whispered in my ear, managing to make it sound completely sexy and adorable at the same time. I grinned and settled back in my seat in the darkening theatre, watching him until he had vanished around the corner. God, he was so beautiful.
I jumped when I felt my phone vibrate. Flipping it open, I stared at the letters flashing on the screen: New text message from: Nessie Cullen. I groaned, rolling my eyes. I have to admit that I had been just a little leery of Donny before, mostly because of Nessie’s ridiculous warnings, but now the whole thing seemed very funny. A giggle escaped me as I thought of how anxious Nessie had been. She’s such a worrier—she must get it from her dad. I’ve never seen him, but he used to not even let Nessie come to a sleep over until she finally put her foot down.
Are you with Donny? it read.
I sighed. yup, I typed back. hes so…perfect, ness
Only a second passed before I had gotten her reply: Audrey, he’s not safe. I swear I’m not making this up. Please, can’t you just trust me? I’m outside the theatre now, can you get away from him long enough to get to my car?
I felt my face warm with anger as I read her message. What the hell was wrong with her? I would never have thought she would be like this! Acting so jealous and not even admitting it. Couldn’t she just be happy for me? Happy that the guy I’d been crushing on for an entire year actually liked me? I clenched my fist, glaring at the words, and then angrily punched in a reply: leave me alone renesmee
“Is everything alright?” a smooth voice asked. I snapped my phone closed and hurriedly stuffed it in my pocket, forcing a cheerful smile on my face as I looked up at Donny.
“Definitely,” I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder when he sank into the chair next to me. He managed to pass the popcorn to me without even spilling one piece.
I honestly wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what the movie was about. I do know that it was about some guy, and I think it had something to do with India or Pakistan and some game show, but other than that I have no idea. All I could focus on was Donny, of course, and his perfect form beside me. I know that sounds cliché—but it really was true. The best part was that I don’t think he was really watching the movie, either.
When the credits started to roll, we meandered out to the parking lot, his cool hand feeling nice against my warm skin. I glanced nervously around for Nessie’s car, but it was no where to be seen. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Donny smiled as he opened my door for me again. He slid inside himself, and then pushed the little button that prompted the sun roof to roll open, so that almost the entire roof of the car was open to the stars. I smiled, almost shyly—a rare occurrence for me. And suddenly I realized that I really liked him. Really liked him, not just thought he was cute, or that I’d like to make him my newest obsession, because I had nothing else to do.
“Audrey,” he said softly, leaning back against his head rest. His face was in shadow, but I could make out the faint traces of a smile. “I’ve been watching you for so long, I can hardly believe you’re finally here with me.”
If anyone else had said that, it would have been extremely creepy. But with Donny, it sounded natural and incredibly sweet. I felt my heart beat faster, picking up to a drum-like beat.
“You’ve been watching me?” I whispered.
“Of course I have,” said Donny, a smile in his voice. “Ever since I first saw you, a year ago now, isn’t it? I’ve been searching for someone like you for so long, you can’t imagine. I was beginning to think I’d never find someone. But then I saw you….” He leaned towards me, and his face was suddenly bathed in the light of the stars. I gasped. He was so beautiful, so utterly magnificent! There was a look of brilliant triumph on his face, as though I was the most precious thing in the universe. I couldn’t speak—all I could do was stare, like an idiot, unable even to breathe.
He bent his head towards me, and I thought for sure he was going to kiss me. His lips lingered centimeters from mine, and then he leaned back, turning his face away. I tried not to feel disappointed, but misery crashed over me none the less. What was wrong? Was it me?
“Do you want to see somewhere special?” he asked suddenly.
My heart beat quickened again. “Sure,” I said nonchalantly.
Donny turned to look at me again, giving me a wry smile as though he knew my casual air was purely show. “Come on, then,” he said happily, starting up the engine, and we drove smoothly out of the theatre parking lot.
The moon was large and orange as it hung over the earth. I watched it flying higher and higher over the horizon as we drove down the familiar roads, headed towards what I recognized to be Wells Beach. Its reflection shone upon the waves, rippling in red and orange swirls on the water, like a puddle of blood.
“Here we are,” Donny whispered, opening my door silently. He took my hand and beamed at me, a brilliant smile that made me gasp. Then he tugged my hand gently and pulled me forward, leading me down to the sandy floor. I giggled, my sandaled feet slipping on the loose sand as I struggled to keep up with him.
We stopped when we got to the waves. Donny stood, still as a statue, gazing out over the water. I looked up at him curiously, eyes on his face, cast in an amber tinge from the moon. He seemed almost…sad. I glanced questioningly at him.
“Donny?” I said cautiously.
He looked down at me quickly, his trance broken, and flashed me a swift smile before looking out at the ocean again. “Life is such a fascinating thing, isn’t it?” he mumbled, almost as if he were talking to himself. “Here one second, gone the next…and yet no one seems to appreciate it when they have it. It’s only when it’s taken away, when they realize that it’s not guaranteed, that they stop to think….about how fascinating it is.”
I stared at him, feeling just a little uncomfortable. What was he talking about?
“What do you think, Audrey? Do you like life?”
Okay, this was definitely getting weird. Still, it was an unbelievably romantic image, Donny staring out over the waves at twilight, looking like an angel, pondering the mysteries of life.
“I don’t know,” I said uncertainly. “I guess so…I mean, I never really thought….”
He grinned suddenly, looking down at me with his eyes twinkling. “But who cares, really?” he laughed, excitement lighting his features. His sudden change of mood startled me, but I laughed too, caught up in his enthusiasm. “Come on, Audrey, lets go see that special place I promised you,” he said, and let go of my hand so that he could stride ahead, leading me. I skipped to keep up with him, heart beating fast again.
We walked down the beach for about fifteen minutes ago, me struggling to stay beside him the whole time. His legs were long, and my sandals kept trying to slip of my feet. I was just beginning to get tired of our walk when we rounded a corner and he stopped suddenly, pointing ahead. I breathed in quickly, my eyes wide with aw; straight ahead, looking like something out of a story book, huge cliffs towered above us. My eyes travelled along their craggy edges, sandstone of different greens, reds, and browns. I’d never been this far down the beach before; it was beautiful.
“Come on,” he said, grinning at my obvious reaction. He took my hand again and led me forward.
“We’re not…climbing, are we?” I asked, a little uncertain. The cliffs looked really steep.
“Of course we are,” Donny said nonchalantly, as though he did such things every day. “What fun would it be if we didn’t?”
I could see his point; the sense of adventure was a high to wonderful to pass up. Still, I must have looked worried, because he laughed and took me by the shoulders to turn me around. A narrow path snaked up the side.
“I know a way,” he assured me.
I stared anxiously up the long road. He just smiled, holding out his hands for my shoes.
It wasn’t quite as bad as I’d thought it was going to be. Donny supported me the whole way, so that whenever I slipped, he caught me before I even started to fall. We arrived at the top just as the dusk had melted into darkness.
“It’s up this way,” he said quietly. It didn’t seem right to speak above a murmur.
“Wow,” I whispered. Ahead was the entrance to a tiny cave, nestled into the side of the rocks. Donny ducked inside, pulling me behind, and sank down to the floor. There was a blanket there, and two pillows propped up against the back wall. The whole space wasn’t more than six feet in each direction. We leaned against the wall, and as we did so the moon popped back into view over the cliff. I could still see its reflection mirrored against the waves.
It was incredibly romantic.
“This is so beautiful,” I whispered.
Donny put his arm around me. I shivered, breathing in a delicious sent that reminded me of green apples and cinnamon. Suddenly I felt shy. I leaned my head cautiously against his shoulder.
“It is, isn’t it?” he agreed. “I think I’m the only one who knows about it. At least, I leave my stuff here, and no one takes it.”
“How did you find it?” I asked. “Did you just have a whim one day to go climb a cliff?”
He chuckled. “Pretty much,” he said. “I wanted somewhere to think.”
I looked at his face then, really looked. Before, I’d been sidetracked by his gorgeous features; his golden hair, his rich brown eyes, his perfect smooth, pale skin. I’d thought of him as a hunk, a hot guy that I knew I really liked, and was determined to get. But I admit that I hadn’t really thought of him as a person. A person who had dreams, hopes, regrets. There was something in his eyes that fascinated and scared me at the same time. I suddenly was sure that he had endured something terrible.
“Donny,” I started, unsure what to say. How do you ask someone something so personal? Especially since really, we’d only just met. I mean, I’d watched him constantly over the last year, but that wasn’t the same as really knowing someone.
“Yes?” he said. He wasn’t looking at me, staring at the water again. I noticed that the hand that wasn’t around my shoulder was clenched.
“Are you…okay?” I asked lamely. I didn’t know how to say it.
He blinked at me, his face relaxing suddenly as though a switch had been flipped. “Of course I am,” he said.
But there was something more, and I wanted to know. “I just meant, is there anything—“
That was as far as I got though, because then his lips were on mine.
It was way beyond what I had ever imagined or dreamed. I had done plenty of that over the last year, but this—this surpassed any expectation I could have had. All rational thought left me, and I felt myself automatically curving around his body, pressing closer, greedily breathing in his wonderful sent and tasting the spice of his tongue on my lips. A bliss such as I’d never known before descended over me, and I lost all track of time.
Gradually, I became aware that we had stopped, and I was curled against his chest. His hand was stroking my hair, as though I was a little kitten sitting on his lap. We sat there for what seemed to me to be at least an hour; the moon rose to nearly the top of the sky.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he said at last, in the sexiest voice imaginable, and I felt myself melt again as he ran a cool finger down my cheek. “You’re funny, you’re creative, you’re smart....you’re special, Audrey.” His finger trailed along the bone of my face and down my neck, and I shivered. “I’ve thought about it for a long time, and I’ve decided you’re what I want.”
And then his lips met mine again, and my world lit with color. There was nothing; all reality seemed to collapse except for his lips, and his arms folding tenderly around me and pulling me closer to him, tighter, until every last bit of reason left me and I was lost in an ocean of pure delight.
All too soon, he pulled his lips away from mine to kiss my cheek bone instead, and then my throat, moving down until his lips were at the base of my neck. They stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, pressing against me, in one endless, gentle kiss.
And that was when the world exploded.