I’m full. She accepts this
without concern and I excuse myself telling her that I am going to
my room to start on one of the books she bought me.
“Goodnight dear,” she says to me as I walk
out of the kitchen and head to my room. I know in the next hour she
will be fast asleep.
The next two hours are excruciating. I’m
excited and nervous at the same time to see Luke.
When the clock reaches midnight, I start
sneaking out of the house. I’m wearing blue jeans and I have my
Nike’s in hand as I make my way down the stairs. When I’m on the
main floor, I stop to listen. The house is silent and dark. Miss
Finnegan is in her room on the other side of the utility room. I
make my way to the front door without making a sound and am able to
slip out of the front door with success. I smile to myself as I sit
on the front step tying my shoelaces breathing in the fresh night
air.
I’m not sure when Luke will be here, so I
just wait on the front step silently as my eyes adjust to the
darkness outside. It’s not long before I make out the front lane.
Some clouds that were over the moon float away and the bright full
moon illuminates the front yard.
I hear the faint sound of an old truck at the
end of the lane and my heart skips a beat knowing that it’s Luke. I
decide to meet him so I start walking down the lane through the
hundred year old live oak trees that line either side. Their limbs
arch over the road shutting out any moonlight making it hard for me
to see. A few yard lights give me enough brightness to see where I
am going. Within minutes, I see him walking toward me and I feel
weak in the knees at the sight of him. He is wearing Levi’s with
holes in the knees and a t-shirt that is tight enough that all his
muscles show through the thin material.
We reach each other and Luke takes my hand to
lead me down the lane. I follow him, my fingers tingling from his
touch, not saying a word. It’s not long before we reach his old
beat up truck.
“I want to show you something,” he says
finally speaking while opening the driver’s side door of his
truck.
“We’re leaving?” I ask him with apprehension.
I’ve never left the grounds with anyone, other than Miss Finnegan,
and that was very seldom, only for the occasional doctor’s
visit.
“Don’t you trust me?” He says as sadness
fills his eyes.
“Completely,” I say and climb up in the tall
truck, scooting over the ripped vinyl seat to the passenger side.
The passenger door has no handle and it’s held closed by a bungee
cord. He climbs in after me with a huge smile on his face.
“You need to sit closer to me. I don’t want
you falling out of that door.” He smiles, patting the middle
section of the bench seat next to him. “It’s not exactly what I
would call secure,” he says motioning to the make shift door handle
of the passenger side.
I scoot back towards him stopping when my
shoulder touches his, making my heart speed up with his touch.
“That’s better.” Reaching over me he grabs a
seatbelt strap that is tucked into the crease of the seat and
fumbles down between us for another strap. He ties the two broken
pieces together at my waist in a secure slipknot. My belly tightens
when the back of his hand brushes my lower abdomen.
“Sorry. This is kind of cheesy, but at least
you’re buckled up.” He smiles at his handy work.
“I think it’s perfect.” I grin looking
straight ahead as he starts the truck and it roars to life. As he
starts down the road, I turn to him. “Where are we going?”
“Some place very special to me that I have
never shown anyone before,” he answers giving me the sexiest wicked
grin. He has such a gorgeous face, and I think to myself that I
want to kiss every inch of it. My face burns red at my thoughts and
I look down bashfully not wanting Luke to see me.
“What?” He says looking at me. I can see him
tilt his head so he can see my face.
“Nothing, I’m just really excited to be out
of the