“Good. Now let’s go,” I said.
As we left the building I saw something long and black swish around the corner. If possible Jonathon’s eyes grew darker.
The drive was quiet. I just looked out the window at the blurring scene.
The building was ordinary not nearly unique as the building the art show as held in.
Inside I could tell it was a cafe. There were tables where couples already sat. All the lamps had red sheets draped over them casting a romantic glow while candles set the mood. Jonathon and I chose a seat in the back corner where we could be hidden from the other patrons.
Many people spoke their own compositions. Not one read something written by someone else. I sat dazed listening to their dreamy voices. They lulled me into another world. A girl spoke about a tragic past. A guy spoke about a new found love. Everything they said was so beautiful.
When we left I was so exhausted. The cold air made me shiver.
“Here love,” said Jonathon removing his coat in one lithe movement.
“Thanks,” I said putting it on. The sleeves were too long for me so I rolled them up. The coat was a dark brown leather and cold from his skin. But it would do. The coat smelled heavenly, just like his skin and breath. Such a sweet unique smell. It was intoxicating.
He opened the car door for me and I got in. As soon as the car started moving I fell asleep.
“Kylie,” came his sweet buttery voice. I knew I should open my eyes but I couldn’t. “Kylie,” His angel voice sounded again.
“What?” I managed to say groggily.
“We’re home,” He said. I wiped my eyes trying to trace away any signs of sleep. I put my hand on the door to get out. “I’ll get that,” Jonathon said.
Before I could process what he had said my door was open and I was falling out. He caught me in his arms. “Sorry,” He said.
“It’s fine,” I replied. I stepped out of the car into his waiting arms.
“My purse,” I declared swinging back around to get it out of the car.
“I already got it,” He said. Sure enough swinging from his long, pale, slender fingers was my purse.
“Thanks,” I mumbled taking it from him. “Show off,” I added under my breath.
He laughed his quiet, musical laugh. I tromped up the stairs to the front of the house my legs like lead. I was so exhausted. But on the bright side we would race Ferrari’s tomorrow. I looked up and Jonathon was already unlocking the door. He stood waiting for me the door held open for my passage. No one was in the living room and I couldn’t hear the noises of anyone.
Jonathon had already closed and locked the door and was at my side.
“I’m going to bed. I’m so tired.”
“You look tired. I’m just waiting for you to fall over,” He said jokingly.
“Ha ha, very funny make fun of the tired human. Great game, we should play this more often,” I said sarcastically.
I started up the stairs dragging my feet. “Sleep well, principessa. I love you.”
“I love you,” I grumbled my patience already diminished and in my tired state I couldn’t decipher whether he was being kind or sarcastic. I turned back around.
“Dream only of me,” I said.
“Forever,” He smiled back at me his bright teeth blinding me momentarily.
“Promise to dream only of me,” Jonathon said.
“Always,” I replied back to him smiling. Then I finished the climb up to my room.
I dressed in my pajamas quickly. I went to get under the covers of my bed when I saw a note on my pillow. Excited I reached for it thinking Jonathon must have left it for me.