Caught in Us (Lost 3)

Now I have a job I’m proud of and am about to get my girl back. This time, I’ll do everything right.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dani

"What are you going to wear?" Hazel asks as we inspect the clothes I laid out on my bed.

"No idea. He didn't say what we’re doing." It's Friday, and my date with Damon starts in one hour.

"Oooh, he does have a knack for mystery, doesn't he?" She fiddles with the hem of a light pink dress. It's cute, but who knows what Damon has in mind.

"You can say that." Finally, I decide on black jeans and a pink shirt with long sleeves. "This should be safe for everything, right?" I ask Hazel after putting the clothes on.

"Well, Damon's seen you wearing tent-sized t-shirts. This isn't bad, but it's not first date material. Why don't you sex it up a bit?"

"I have. I'm just not showing it." Flashing a smile, I push down the waistband of my jeans half an inch, revealing the upper hem of my thong.

"Dani Cohen," Hazel says, clutching at her chest dramatically. "Are you wearing lace lingerie?"

"Yes, I am," I declare proudly.

"My, my, my...teens these days."

"It makes me feel sexy, even if I’m not showing it."

"How long till he'll be here?" Hazel props herself against the windowsill.

"Half an hour. I'm a bit too eager." I already put makeup on, and perfume, so I'm ready to go.

Looking out the window, Hazel says, "I think you're not the only one who's eager. He's already here."

"What?" I hurry to the window. My heart does a somersault when I see Damon leaning against his bike. He has on a leather jacket and messy hairdo. His casual appearance screams, I’m sexy and I know it. My knees go weak, my body aching for him, especially the parts covered in lace.

"A bad boy through and through, isn’t he?” Hazel asks in amazement.

"I hope so." Every nerve in my body lights up with excitement and fear.

"Go. Don't make him wait."

My legs seem to have turned to lead, and Hazel practically has to shove me out the door. With every step I take, my heart hammers stronger against my ribcage, and when I get outside, I have the distinct impression it will burst.

Damon stands up straight when he sees me, taking his hands out of his pockets. "Hi."

"Hi," I whisper back. When I see the desire burning in his eyes, I feel naked in front of him. "Nice ride."

“Did you miss it?”

“Yeah.” I missed him more. “You love your bike, don’t you?”

Lolling his head to one side, he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. His hands slide around my waist, entrapping me. "I don't love my bike. I like it. I love you."

I melt on the spot; I truly do. His intoxicating proximity and his words spike my blood with fire. He tilts my head up, caressing my lips with his thumb, then kisses me. With this one kiss, I know I am his entirely. No matter how much time has passed, or how much we’ve both changed, this hasn't. His kiss wipes away every anxiety, every doubt. When he pulls back, I’m left with a cold sense of loss. "Time to gear you up."

I slip on the jacket and helmet he hands me.

Once we’re both on the bike, I ask, "You're still not going to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope, but we won't ride for long."

"Can I guess?"