“Well, hello there.” He smiles at me, and I kid you not, my insides melt. My ovaries practically explode, and if we stay like this a minute longer, he’ll know exactly what he does to my body.
“Hey.” I slowly slide my legs down, and Devon makes sure my feet are firmly planted on the ground before moving his hands to my hips. Our moment never stops; the sun is still beaming, the earth is still moving, but with the two of us in front of each other, it’s as if our worlds are one. Nothing more and nothing less. It’s just the two of us.
“I love that look on your face right now.” His voice is gruff, making me melt closer to him.
“It’s a good thing only you can put it there then.” I want so deeply to say the hell with our date, let’s stay in, yet I know we need this sense of normalcy.
Devon helps me get situated in his truck, and then we back out of the driveway, and he heads to nowhere in particular. I could get used to these dates, that’s for sure.
5
Devon
The way Michelle jumped into my arms, giving as freely as she did, I was shocked. Shit, I was shaken to my core by how willingly carefree she seemed to be. When we stopped at the taco stand, she didn’t even wait until I could open the door to help her out. She flew out from her side so fast I’m surprised she didn’t have whiplash.
I guess my girl is hungry. She’s already standing at the line for the food truck while I catch up to her. I watch her smile the whole time, trying not to laugh at the way she goes balls to the walls with energy.
“Are you hungry?” I ask when I stand beside her in the line, placing my hand on her hip.
“I’m starving. I slept too long and only had a granola bar before I got to work. Plus, it’s tacos. Who doesn’t love tacos?”
An idea forms in my head. On the days I know she has to do inventory, if she’s not going to take care of herself, I’ll help her take care of herself.
“I love tacos.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, we giggle like two teenage kids. Each time we try to stop laughing, then look at one another, we start all over again.
She’s wiping at her eyes, tears leaking from her laughter. We start to get it under control until I place our order. “Can we get two taco plates with cokes?” I look over at Michelle, my arm still firmly around her waist, not letting her go. She has her nose buried in the crook of my arm, laughing her tail off.
“Thank you, have a great night,” the truck vendor says as we take our food, and only then do we disentangle ourselves.
“I know this isn’t fine dining, but we can eat while sitting on the tailgate of the truck. That okay?” I ask.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” This time, she doesn’t leave my side or run off. She strolls beside me. I backed in so we could overlook the desert and watch the sunset in the distance.
I bought this truck for the construction company, but I’ve never been so happy for its oversized tires and slight lift than I am now. Dropping the tailgate, I place our food to the side.
When I turn around, my hands go to her hips, and I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist again. “I’d never drop you, Michelle,” I murmur into her ear. It does the opposite of what I thought it would do. She clenches her legs tighter around me. I sit her on the tailgate, her legs never leaving me.
“I know,” she responds. I’m in a pair of lounge-type sweatpants, and she’s in those leggings she always wears while I’m standing in between her spread legs.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, feeling the warmth between our layers. It kills me to step away, but for the first time in my life, I’m going to do what’s right, not what feels right in the moment.
Michelle’s clenching legs tempt me to stay with her when I move to put some distance between us. “I hate like hell to back away, but honey, I want us to take our time, to build this up.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Plus, our food’s going to get cold.” She smirks, her legs loosen their hold, and I step away to grab her food and hand it to her before sitting beside her.
We sit in comfortable silence as we eat, enjoying our food with the scenery as our backdrop. My eyes find Michelle; she’s the most dressed-down I have ever seen her, but I’m dressed much the same. She looks adorable in her oversized trucker’s hat, her hair to one side, showing off the curve of her neck, and if the temperature wasn’t dropping, I’d be begging to see more of her skin.