Break Your Heart by Renee Matteo Page B

window staring out into the snow-covered parking lot.  The normally packed lot had few remaining cars as most of the students had already packed up and left for Christmas break.  Her arms were crossed, tightly holding her black fleece coat against her body. She glanced over to the thermostat. Fifty-five.  A drastic change from the seventy-three she and her roommate usually kept the apartment temperature set.  It seemed silly to leave the apartment nice and warm while they were both away for semester break the next three weeks.
                  Gina peered out the window anxiously awaiting Grant’s arrival. It had been two Yeahrs since they began to date and every time she awaited his arrival, her stomach swarmed with butterflies. She was tapping her right foot up and down quickly expelling the bundled energy in her body. 

              She glanced around the corner just in time to see Grants black Suburban flying into her apartment complex.  He swung into an empty spot close to her door and hopped out of the truck.  She watched in slow motion as her front door came flying open. 
                  “Hey, baby!” He exclaimed. He was wearing a black fleece coat and dark jeans. His head was covered with a black knit cap, drawing her straight to his eyes that sat directly under the fold of the hat. They were beaming green in the dim winter light.  He walked in towards her scooping her up into his arms, pressing her tight against his body. 
                  Her feet dangled in the air as she rested her chin on his broad shoulder. The subtle fragrance of Pleasures rushed her nose making the butterflies in her stomach rumble once again.
                  “I. Miss. This,” he whispered in her ear as he squeezed her in his arms.
                  Gina smiled to herself holding onto him tightly, thinking about the fact that she couldn’t think of a more perfect feeling than being in his arms. 
                  He slowly set her down keeping a hold of her tiny frame as he fixed his eyes on hers. “Hi, beautiful.”
                  “Hi, love.”
                  “You all set?”
                  “Yep.”
    Grant looked over to the door. A black and red
    matching suitcase, duffle bag and backpack sat up against the wall. “Moving in?” He walked to the door rounding up her bags. 
                  Gina ran over to the kitchen counter and picked up her keys and purse.  “All set.”
                  Grant walked out of the front door, followed by Gina. He hurried over to the passenger side of the door and extended his arms out like a chauffer motioning her into the car.
                  “Thank you,” she giggled. She walked over to him and took his hand as she stepped up onto the running board. 
                  Grant repositioned, placing both of his hands on her hips, giving her a helpful and playful boost into the truck.
                  “Excuse to put your hands on me?”
                  “Absolutely.” He grinned, slamming the door shut.  She watched him in the passenger side mirror as he lifted her bags and tossed them into the back of the truck with ease. Grant slammed the back door shut with a loud thud sending a vibration through the car. He made his way around to the driver’s door where he hopped in with ease before pushing the key in and kicking on the engine. The heat flew out of the vents on the dash and the song on the radio shot out of the speakers.
                  “So…” Gina began. She looked over at him as he sang to the song traveling through the car and froze in her thoughts. The sound of his voice never failed to move her mind into a quiet daze of amazement.
                  He turned his head toward her flashing a cocky smile with a devilish look in his eyes.