love.
“Do you
smoke?”
She
finally sat up and stretched out the cramped muscles in her back.
“I do
today.”
Liam
smirked and pulled a battered acoustic guitar out. After setting it over his
crossed legs, he went back in and dug around for a minute, eventually pulling
out a small joint and a black lighter. When he flicked the latter to life, it
only exaggerated his chiseled features, leaving behind an almost artistic
spattering of shadows.
He
puffed on the joint a few times, sending up a wall of smoke that nearly
obscured him. It wasn’t until he exhaled and blew the haze away that Audrey
could see his gorgeous features again.
“Be
careful,” he said and extended it to her. “This stuff will knock you on your
ass.”
Audrey
eyed it suspiciously.
“What?”
Liam pushed the case out of the way and slid in closer, with his
performance-worn guitar cradled comfortably in his lap. “You don’t have to. I
can put it away if you want.”
Audrey
grabbed his arm as he started to withdraw it.
“No,
it’s fine. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.”
Liam
chuckled and pushed up next to her. “Here,” he said and slipped his hand
around the back of her neck. “I’ll help you out.”
He took
a long, deep drag off of the joint. They were so close together that its
burning red tip glowed bright near Audrey’s nose. She could feel the throbbing
heat as it radiated out onto her skin, which glistened from the moisture-laden
air around them. Before she even knew what was happening, Liam’s lips grazed
against hers and he exhaled the heavy smoke into her lungs. When she couldn’t
take much more, she pulled back slightly but his tight grip kept her close.
Audrey
held the sweet, delicious fog in for as long as she could before exhaling a
massive, billowing cloud between them. She wasn’t even done before Liam pulled
her in again--this time for a kiss--and forced whatever smoke remained to seep
out of her nose in tenuous, white tendrils that wafted up and disappeared into
the glittering sky.
When
their lips met, she closed her eyes and let herself melt into the handsome
stranger as he smashed the joint into the ground and used both hands to pull
her closer. Between their massaging tongues, the lingering notes of marijuana
skipped and danced over her taste buds. Hard chills raced through her spine
and made her quiver under Liam’s powerful grip.
By the
time they finally separated, Audrey didn’t know what to say. The storm brewing
in her head was so ferocious that she couldn’t even form a thought, let alone
an intelligent statement that would diffuse the situation.
“I, uh,”
she said through quick breaths and opened her eyes. “I need to be getting back
home soon. I’m really tired.”
Though
she wanted to stay right there in his arms until the sun came back up, it
wasn’t far from the truth. There was also the small issue of her husband,
which she already struggled with. But it felt so good when Liam kissed her; so
unlike anything she ever felt before.
Should
I feel like this?
“I’m
sorry.” He finally let go of her and put his guitar aside. “I didn’t meant
to-”
Audrey
didn’t want him to feel bad.
“Please
don’t apologize,” she said and ran her thumb over the coarse stubble on his
cheek.
Liam
smiled and jumped up. Once on his feet, he helped Audrey up and flung the
guitar case’s strap across his broad chest.
“Let’s
get you home.”
In
silence, they walked down to where they first met that night. When they
arrived, Audrey grabbed the bike, rolled it toward her and threw her body onto
the creaky seat. As soon as she started to push the pedal down, her dirty
sandal slipped off and her body was thrust forward. She stumbled sloppily for
the second time that night and--like he did before--Liam grabbed her just in
time.
“Look,
you can’t tell me that you’re fine,” he said though small fits of
“Do you
smoke?”
She
finally sat up and stretched out the cramped muscles in her back.
“I do
today.”
Liam
smirked and pulled a battered acoustic guitar out. After setting it over his
crossed legs, he went back in and dug around for a minute, eventually pulling
out a small joint and a black lighter. When he flicked the latter to life, it
only exaggerated his chiseled features, leaving behind an almost artistic
spattering of shadows.
He
puffed on the joint a few times, sending up a wall of smoke that nearly
obscured him. It wasn’t until he exhaled and blew the haze away that Audrey
could see his gorgeous features again.
“Be
careful,” he said and extended it to her. “This stuff will knock you on your
ass.”
Audrey
eyed it suspiciously.
“What?”
Liam pushed the case out of the way and slid in closer, with his
performance-worn guitar cradled comfortably in his lap. “You don’t have to. I
can put it away if you want.”
Audrey
grabbed his arm as he started to withdraw it.
“No,
it’s fine. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.”
Liam
chuckled and pushed up next to her. “Here,” he said and slipped his hand
around the back of her neck. “I’ll help you out.”
He took
a long, deep drag off of the joint. They were so close together that its
burning red tip glowed bright near Audrey’s nose. She could feel the throbbing
heat as it radiated out onto her skin, which glistened from the moisture-laden
air around them. Before she even knew what was happening, Liam’s lips grazed
against hers and he exhaled the heavy smoke into her lungs. When she couldn’t
take much more, she pulled back slightly but his tight grip kept her close.
Audrey
held the sweet, delicious fog in for as long as she could before exhaling a
massive, billowing cloud between them. She wasn’t even done before Liam pulled
her in again--this time for a kiss--and forced whatever smoke remained to seep
out of her nose in tenuous, white tendrils that wafted up and disappeared into
the glittering sky.
When
their lips met, she closed her eyes and let herself melt into the handsome
stranger as he smashed the joint into the ground and used both hands to pull
her closer. Between their massaging tongues, the lingering notes of marijuana
skipped and danced over her taste buds. Hard chills raced through her spine
and made her quiver under Liam’s powerful grip.
By the
time they finally separated, Audrey didn’t know what to say. The storm brewing
in her head was so ferocious that she couldn’t even form a thought, let alone
an intelligent statement that would diffuse the situation.
“I, uh,”
she said through quick breaths and opened her eyes. “I need to be getting back
home soon. I’m really tired.”
Though
she wanted to stay right there in his arms until the sun came back up, it
wasn’t far from the truth. There was also the small issue of her husband,
which she already struggled with. But it felt so good when Liam kissed her; so
unlike anything she ever felt before.
Should
I feel like this?
“I’m
sorry.” He finally let go of her and put his guitar aside. “I didn’t meant
to-”
Audrey
didn’t want him to feel bad.
“Please
don’t apologize,” she said and ran her thumb over the coarse stubble on his
cheek.
Liam
smiled and jumped up. Once on his feet, he helped Audrey up and flung the
guitar case’s strap across his broad chest.
“Let’s
get you home.”
In
silence, they walked down to where they first met that night. When they
arrived, Audrey grabbed the bike, rolled it toward her and threw her body onto
the creaky seat. As soon as she started to push the pedal down, her dirty
sandal slipped off and her body was thrust forward. She stumbled sloppily for
the second time that night and--like he did before--Liam grabbed her just in
time.
“Look,
you can’t tell me that you’re fine,” he said though small fits of
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