Twisted LoveBy: R. Linda
“Thank you for the dance.” Lucy leaned up on her toes to press her lips to my cheek. My skin burned from her touch. I’d never felt that before. It was… I liked it.
“I had fun, but I need to go; early class tomorrow,” she sighed, pouting slightly. I was almost positive that she was disappointed about having to leave so soon. I was too, but for different reasons. I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. If she left then, things would change, and I didn’t want things to change. I wanted to stay right there in that moment with her. Her body pressed against mine, moving with me on the dance floor, my nose buried in her hair, hands on her waist. If I could freeze time, I would have frozen it then.
“I'll walk you out.” I nodded my head in the direction of the door; anything just to have her near me for a little while longer. “Come on.”
A nervous feeling started to bubble in my stomach. It felt like the end of a first date and I was walking her to her door. It was now or never. We walked hand in hand to where Lucy’s car was parked in the abnormally dark parking lot. The anticipation was killing me. What if I messed this up or scared her off? What if I had read her wrong and she was completely uninterested in me? It would never work. We would never work. And then… Then I shuddered and pushed the thought aside.
“Thank you, Hendrix.” She turned and smiled at me. Being the gentleman that she thought I was, I reached out and opened the car door for her.
“No worries.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to her cheek like she had done to me earlier. Pulling away slowly, I decided to try my luck. I brushed my lips against hers so softly they barely touched, but it was enough. I lingered for a moment, smiling at her sharp intake of breath and then stepped away. There was definitely a spark there. I felt it, and I was sure she had felt it too.
“I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?” I asked, licking my lips. She looked a little dazed, a little stunned, but the excitement in her eyes was hard to miss.
“You know where to find me.” She tried to play it cool. It was cute. She was cute.
“Drive safe, Lucy,” I whispered, brushing my knuckles along her cheek and across her lips before turning and walking across the car park. I knew how to play it cool. If Ray had taught me anything over the years, it was how to play it cool, how to hide emotions, not draw attention.
The kiss went perfectly, just the way I’d hoped. She was falling for me the way I was falling for her. The anticipation was almost too much. Smiling to myself, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and was just about to get in my car when I heard her voice and footsteps running across the pavement.
“Hendrix, wait!” she called out. I turned to face her. She ran toward me with panic in her eyes.
“What's wrong, love?” I asked when she stopped in front of me.
“My car won’t start.”
“Let me take a look at it for you. Why don’t you pop the hood for me?” Lucy ran back to her car and did as I asked. “What do you know about cars, Lucy?” I looked up from under the hood, but she just shook her head, wrapping her jacket tighter around herself; the wind was picking up and it was getting cold.
“Nothing at all.” She shivered. Not wanting her to freeze to death, I took my jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. I didn’t miss the way she smelled it and hugged it close.
“Okay, well I’m no expert,” I lied. I knew plenty about cars. I was a mechanic. “But I’m pretty sure that this wire here—” I pointed to the battery, dumbing it down a little, so I looked almost as confused as she, “—should not be cut in half.”
“What?” she shrieked, stepping forward to get a closer look. “How does that happen?” She looked at me for answers, but I didn’t know what to say. I knew how it could happen, but I didn’t want to worry her. That wire was cut—deliberately.
“Um, well…” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “It looks like someone has tampered with your car. Pissed anyone off lately?”
“Oh my gosh! No, I don’t think so. Somebody did this on purpose?”
“Looks like it.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. She trembled against me, and I was pretty sure it was from fear, not the cold. I would be frightened too if someone was after me. “Wanna call a tow truck? We could be waiting a while. Or I’ll give you a lift home and organise a tow for the morning?” I offered.