Chapter 323
"Come here," he said, pulling me towards him.
I didn't realize what he meant until he pushed his seat back. He expected me to climb over the shift stick and onto his lap.
What am I, an acrobat?
I didn't resist. I've wanted to kiss him so badly since the minute we started arguing. It's hard to stay mad at him when he smiles like that. When he looks like that. When he talks like that.
I pushed aside my insecurities, though the mystery bag lingered in my mind.
I stumbled over the shift stick and he helped my leg over, placing it between his. Then he placed his hand over the back of my head, expecting me to bump my head against the roof.
I bumped it. But his hand absorbed the impact, and he smoothly lowered his hand down my hair and against the cape of my neck, where he drew me closer to him for a drawn-out kiss. My eyes fluttered shut, feeling the warmth flow through me. His kiss was loving, passionate and tender. I've missed him.
I was straddling him in his own car, and I secretly enjoyed being on top, looking down at him with his body trapped between my legs. Our lips were inches apart.
"I thought we were fighting," I whispered, my lips brushing his.
"I told you, Candy," he answered, "I'm tired of fighting."
I smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me down onto him. Both soaked from the rain, my tongue slipped into his mouth as his hands slid down to my ass and a heavy rap against the window made us both jump.
The window had fogged up a bit from the heat inside the car, but we could clearly make out a stick of some kind. It was tapping against the window.
I brushed the hair out of my face while Zenon used his sleeve to wipe the window.
"AHH!" I screamed like I was in a horror movie.
An old lady's face stared back at us, peering into the window.
It was the old lady who lived with Winnifred. The same old lady who accused me of trying to kill her. I put a hand to my heart, feeling it slow down from the race it was on. And that stick was her cane.
Zenon rolled the window down, even though I thought that was a very bad idea.
"YOU'RE BLOCKING THE RAMP!" she yelled, waving her cane, "I carry my shopping in this cart and I need to use the ramp to get to my side of the pavement! You've parked-"
"We'll move out of your way," Zenon answered.
"And what are you two doing on top of each other like that? What's wrong with the back seat?"
I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Did the old lady just tell us to use the backseat?
"We'll get out of your way," Zenon repeated, not wanting to address why I was straddling him. He turned the engine on.
I lowered my head on his shoulder so he could see ahead, and I felt his arm rest softly on my back. His other hand was on the steering wheel, and he slowly pressed the gas to move the car a few feet ahead.
Resting on him in a moving car was so soothing and I haven't slept in so long, but he washed away my fears. I could fall asleep like this.
We heard the old lady still going in the background until her voice disappeared, "In my day, we weren't as bold as you. Parked in the middle of the street..."
Zenon stopped the car. I sat upright and faced him. The moment we made eye contact, we burst out laughing.
Zenon then opened the door and I shifted to one side of the seat, raising my leg off him so he could get out. He walked into the rain, and I watched him help the lady with her cart.
Zenon dodged her cane a couple times and after he helped her up the step, he returned, drenched, a few seconds later. The rain continued to pour heavily on the car.
"I'm surprised Winnifred survived that long with her," he muttered.
"Hey," I lightly slapped him, trying to roll gracefully back into my seat.
It was ungraceful - and I accidentally knocked the shift stick in reverse. Zenon reacted and his hand quickly readjusted it to its former position, turning round to make sure the car hadn't moved back towards the old lady.
"At least I was just making a comment. You were about to knock her out," he said.
"It was an accident."
"Who's going to believe that?"
The boy has a point. First the cat, then the rock cookies that Zenon thinks would've killed her and her publicly calling me a murderer...
It didn't look good for me.
I was suddenly conscious of our laughter. It was that familiar feeling of happiness when we just hung out in each other's company. The jokes we were sharing made me reminisce about how we used to be. More carefree, more making out and it saddened me to think of all the drama that had led us to change.
I got quieter as those sad thoughts crossed my mind. I stared down at my hands in my lap and forced myself to look at him. I don't know where his head is at. Does he think we need time apart to grow?
"Zenon," I said nervously, "Were you planning to break up with me?"
My own heart nervously waited his response. I felt it slow down and speed up, like it had a mind of his own. He took a minute to respond.
Why was he taking so long to respond?
"Why would you ask that?"