Enchant Me by Anne Violet

I could trust him. Feeling a little
wicked; I took my leather gloves off, since they hadn’t been
helping anyway, and slipped my cold hands underneath his coat and
shirt. He actually jerked under my touch and I couldn’t stop the
giggle from escaping. He already had his helmet on so he only
jerked his head in my direction but I could feel the rumble of a
laugh in his chest. Or maybe it was shivering. Just like he had
done to me, I slowly spread my fingers on his hard muscled back and
slowly caressed my way to his glorious toned stomach. He
flipped his visor up. “Lex,” he growled. Repentant, I quickly
wrapped my arms completely around him and held tight. I laid my
head against his back; this had been the most perfect night of my
life. When we got back to his house he slid off my bike, and
took off his helmet and I took off mine, hoping…
    The look on his face was concerned. “I don’t
feel good about you riding back home in the dark.”
    I didn’t want to offend him but I had to
laugh at this. “I am about two blocks from here and we live in
Steilacoom.” Need I say more? 
    His lips quirked, “Right,” he agreed.
    He enfolded me in his arms again and brushed
a soft quick kiss against my lips before he stepped away. Avoiding
temptation I guess. “I will see you Monday at school?”
    Putting my helmet back on but leaving the
visor up, I glanced at him.
    “Maybe,” I teased, and then drove off.
    It was never good to leave a man too sure of
you. When I stumbled out of bed the next morning-- mornings
not being my forte, I was surprised to see my mom was already gone.
We hadn’t seen each other in days. I wondered if she had hooked up
with that singer. After microwaving some oatmeal and sitting
down at our morning room table, I sighed with pleasure, looking out
at our view of the Puget Sound. I felt truly blessed to live in
this house. With inheritance money from a distant aunt, mom had
been able to buy the adorable yellow cottage with white trim that
had partial Puget Sound views. The only down side was the trains
that went by, but you got used to that. Staring out at the
water, memories of last night started to dance through my head. I
mentally shook myself, I needed to concentrate today. I had
homework--lots of it. There was also a belly dance routine for a
performance next Saturday that I needed to work on. Heading to
my room, I was startled when the front door burst open and my mom
struggled inside with numerous bags and boxes in her hands. She
wearily laid them down in the living room and then went back and
closed the door. 
    “Hi, dear,” she gasped,
exhaustedly. 
    “Hi mom, what’s up?”
    Dressed in sweats, her long ash brown hair in
a ponytail, she looked like she was about to go to the gym. She
collapsed on our overstuffed couch. “Your grandmother got something
for you, with my permission of course, and asked me to bring it
over.”
    Just then I heard a little mew from one of
the boxes. Surprised but pleased I crouched down at the box. A
little, fuzzy, gray head was peering through the slots at me with
big, round gold eyes. I quickly opened the box and lifted it
out. 
    “It’s a boy. I got all the stuff he needs at
Target this morning.”
    Ah… That’s why she was acting so tired. She
never had been much of a morning person. I lifted him up in the air
to get a better look at him. He mewed at me in protest.
    “You got me a British Shorthair?”
    “Your grandmother did. Considering what you
had been through… By the way the breeder said they like all four
paws on the ground.”
    “So I’ve read, but he’s just so cute,” I said
and squeezed him against my chest.
    I had wanted a cat for years. I had always
planned on getting a British Shorthair some day, probably when I
moved out. 
    “Your grandmother thought there was something
special about him,” she mused.
    I lifted him up again to be able to get a
good look at his golden eyes which earned me another mew in
protest, this