Ruin (Ruin 1)

“Very funny.” She looked away.

“I can tell you have a good heart…” I sighed, opening the door to the outside. “…because the minute I met you, I wanted to fight for it.”

She was silent.

“That’s how you can tell when someone has a good heart.”

“When you want to start a war?” She laughed, clearly trying to lighten my mood.

“Nah.” I sighed. “When you want to be the one to make it beat.”

I seriously needed to stop coming on so strong. I was going to send her screaming down the street, and I really didn’t want to see her sprain her ankle in those kick ass heels.

“This is me.” I pointed to the black Porsche Cayenne and opened her door for her. It was the only car I owned that wasn’t so exotic people wanted to stab me in the eye. I’d wanted a truck for my sixteenth birthday. My dad had gotten me a Mercedes that politicians drove, complete with bullet-proof glass. The Cayenne was my purchase, the first day I was able to access my trust fund.

Kiersten was quiet. I quickly ran over to my side and jumped into the SUV.

Kiersten’s hands ran down the leather seats, her eyes taking in every single detail of the interior. Funny how years ago I would have never done that, but now? Now I got it. Because you never knew when a moment would be your last. So why not soak up every last memory? Like now, the sun was just starting to go down, which meant part of it was shining into the car directly across her red hair making it appear like it was glowing.

I sighed.

She turned to look at me. “What are you doing?”

“Staring,” I answered honestly. “I think you owe me that, especially since you felt me up the first time we met.”

She hid her face in her hands. “I did not!” Her cute voice was muffled by her hands still covering her face.

“Um, you did.” I started the car. “I’ll take it to my grave, don’t worry.” Shit, I really needed to stop with those comments.

I checked my watch, hopefully I-5 wasn’t a complete mess. I really didn’t want to miss our first stop.

“So?” She fidgeted with her seatbelt. “Where are we going?”

“Bungee jumping,” I answered with a deadpan expression. “It is on your list isn’t it?”

Her eyes widened as she looked down at her skirt then back up at me.

“I won’t look. Promise.”

She swatted me across the stomach.

“Fine, fine.” I laughed. “Just don’t hit me. We’re going on a date.”

“I know that.”

“Then…” I took the first exit. “That’s really all you need to know, isn’t it?”

It had been years since I’d actually taken a girl out. With football practice and the fact that Lorelei refused to go anywhere in public unless it was some sort of celebrity event, it had been a while.

“Almost there.” I took the next left and drove down the private road. I knew she probably didn’t have any idea where we were, which kind of excited me. I didn’t want her to freak though. “Still got your whistle?”

“Why?” Her eyes darted to mine. “Am I going to need it?”

“No.” I laughed. “Just checking.”

“Are you taking me into the woods to kill me?”

“Um, no.”