out of there with a wooden container that had a red powder in it, and the knowledge that this powder was to be sprinkled on the scars -- what scars he had no clue.
While Matt had been with the priest, I got bored in the car so I closed my eyes and put my head back. When I opened them next I was startled and disoriented because it was dark outside. Dark? We got here at three p . m . , how could it be dark so quickly? Where was Matthew? I started to panic I looked around, trying to figure out what to do, when, just like in the hotel room, he was suddenly there, smiling and pulling me to him. I relaxed into him instantly, my fear and panic gone, and allowed him kiss me, knowing it would take my breath away, knowing it would bring me to the brink of no return but also knowing it would have to stop. I just didn’t care anymore.
He did just that, kissing me until I thought my only option was going to be to climb over the armrest and take him right there in the car, but then he pulled away, smiling as I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He smirked as he said, “It’s really getting harder and harder to stop.”
I smiled and said, “Good. Because I really don ’ t like it when you stop,” and I sank back in the seat. I never wanted him to stop, ever.
He shook his head and laughed as he started the car and headed back to the road. W e drove in silence for a while then I couldn’t wait anymore. “Were you able to find anything?” I asked.
“ Yes,” was all he replied but he was strangely quiet and tense.
I waited another minute before asking, “Well, are you going to tell me?” He stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a sudden stop on the side of the deserted dirt road.
He turned to me, his eyes pleading, “Sarah, honey, each place we go, each person we find might have a piece of the puzzle. But it’s a piece, just a piece. We can’t be tempted to try to figure out what the puzzle is without having what we hope are ALL of the pieces. I know that you could easily tempt me, persuade me, if you wanted to,” I smiled at this as he continued, “ b ut if we tried and I got it wrong, it would mean the end, the end of BOTH of us and I can’t have that, I won’t have that. So, please, PLEASE let’s just wait until we’re as certain as we can be that we have them all. Then we can try to figure them out, together, okay?”
I looked at him, knowing he was right, knowing how tempted I would be to try to figure it out if I knew some of the answers, and I nodded and lightly kissed him, letting him know I was okay with his request.
He kissed me back, hard this time and I quickly reached that point of no return. I braced myself for the end that I knew was coming (we were in the car after all, on a deserted road, in Mexico) when, in one fell swoop he moved his seat back with one hand and pulled me over to him with the other. My heart soared then, knowing he wasn’t going to stop this time (after all, we were in a car, on a DESERTED road, in Mexico) and I threw everything into this moment.
We were back on the road a while later, holding hands, fingers entwined, and smiles that we couldn’t seem to erase. It was late, I was getting tired again and hungry (and I wondered again when he would “eat”). He pulled in to a small hotel that had a restaurant in front of it with a neon sign advertising “Cerveza.” Mmmm, a cold beer would be very nice, I thought. Once again, as if reading my mind, he pulled me towards the restaurant first. We went in and sat down this time. Oddly, when the waitress came over, she took one look at Matthew, slightly nodded her head and turned to me, asking me what I would like and never bothering to ask him. Almost as if she knew he wasn’t going to order, like she’d seen vampires in here before. I ordered that cold beer and a chicken enchilada. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I had devoured the entire basket of chips before she had
While Matt had been with the priest, I got bored in the car so I closed my eyes and put my head back. When I opened them next I was startled and disoriented because it was dark outside. Dark? We got here at three p . m . , how could it be dark so quickly? Where was Matthew? I started to panic I looked around, trying to figure out what to do, when, just like in the hotel room, he was suddenly there, smiling and pulling me to him. I relaxed into him instantly, my fear and panic gone, and allowed him kiss me, knowing it would take my breath away, knowing it would bring me to the brink of no return but also knowing it would have to stop. I just didn’t care anymore.
He did just that, kissing me until I thought my only option was going to be to climb over the armrest and take him right there in the car, but then he pulled away, smiling as I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He smirked as he said, “It’s really getting harder and harder to stop.”
I smiled and said, “Good. Because I really don ’ t like it when you stop,” and I sank back in the seat. I never wanted him to stop, ever.
He shook his head and laughed as he started the car and headed back to the road. W e drove in silence for a while then I couldn’t wait anymore. “Were you able to find anything?” I asked.
“ Yes,” was all he replied but he was strangely quiet and tense.
I waited another minute before asking, “Well, are you going to tell me?” He stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a sudden stop on the side of the deserted dirt road.
He turned to me, his eyes pleading, “Sarah, honey, each place we go, each person we find might have a piece of the puzzle. But it’s a piece, just a piece. We can’t be tempted to try to figure out what the puzzle is without having what we hope are ALL of the pieces. I know that you could easily tempt me, persuade me, if you wanted to,” I smiled at this as he continued, “ b ut if we tried and I got it wrong, it would mean the end, the end of BOTH of us and I can’t have that, I won’t have that. So, please, PLEASE let’s just wait until we’re as certain as we can be that we have them all. Then we can try to figure them out, together, okay?”
I looked at him, knowing he was right, knowing how tempted I would be to try to figure it out if I knew some of the answers, and I nodded and lightly kissed him, letting him know I was okay with his request.
He kissed me back, hard this time and I quickly reached that point of no return. I braced myself for the end that I knew was coming (we were in the car after all, on a deserted road, in Mexico) when, in one fell swoop he moved his seat back with one hand and pulled me over to him with the other. My heart soared then, knowing he wasn’t going to stop this time (after all, we were in a car, on a DESERTED road, in Mexico) and I threw everything into this moment.
We were back on the road a while later, holding hands, fingers entwined, and smiles that we couldn’t seem to erase. It was late, I was getting tired again and hungry (and I wondered again when he would “eat”). He pulled in to a small hotel that had a restaurant in front of it with a neon sign advertising “Cerveza.” Mmmm, a cold beer would be very nice, I thought. Once again, as if reading my mind, he pulled me towards the restaurant first. We went in and sat down this time. Oddly, when the waitress came over, she took one look at Matthew, slightly nodded her head and turned to me, asking me what I would like and never bothering to ask him. Almost as if she knew he wasn’t going to order, like she’d seen vampires in here before. I ordered that cold beer and a chicken enchilada. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I had devoured the entire basket of chips before she had
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