Ice rain blocks Adelie’s carefully laid out plans to take things slow.
Adelie had yearned for his touch, for his warm body aligned with hers, for being firmly held in his arms. Her hands stroked his magnificent shoulders, and his thumb was brushing her cheek. The surroundings vanished, there was only Nate. Nate and his yielding lips and his hands in her hair. He was the only stable thing in an exceedingly faster-spinning world, his kiss soothing her aching. Only as a piercing scream broke her concentration, she remembered the still running movie. Nate backed away just enough to rest his head against hers, giving them both a chance to catch their breath, grinning at each other like fools. He fumbled for the remote and paused the movie, returning his attention to her with cupping her face and mumbling: “Now, where were we…”
“Somewhere wonderful…” she whispered, brushing her lips along the edges of his.
“Oh yeah…” His voice was a rough rock tumble down a steep side of a mountain ridge and gave her goosebumps. He pulled her up and across and cradled her in his arms. She pushed her hand from his neck upwards into his hair, feeling his breath on her cheek. Nose tips bumped into each other, silly giggles erupted from both of them, and they began a lengthy game of catch and release. Soft lips, bristly cheeks, she was all in. Eventually, he asked for more, just a little more pressure, a slightly tighter grip. Smiling she wound her arm around his neck, pulling him closer just as his tongue swept her lips. With a sigh and a pounding heart she opened up, curiosity winning over any reluctance. She didn’t regret getting a taste of Nate because he tasted good. He tasted like there was a tomorrow, a tomorrow with him. The thought yanked her right out of her reverie. She pushed her hand against his chest and managed to get him to disengage.
“What…? Don’t you like it?” He looked at her, concerned and a little worried. She brushed the back of her fingers over his cheek.
“You shouldn’t kiss me like I’m the only one.”
“And why not?” He caught her restless hand and flattened it against his chest. She sighed and nervously freed her hand.
“I might get used to it. And there’s no use in…”
“Shhh.” He cupped her face with trembling hands, his thumb brushing over her mouth. His face was a riot of emotion, naked honesty fighting sheer panic. “Get used to it.”
She drew in a ragged breath, tilted her head to lean into his touch, closing her eyes as his thumb caressed her cheek. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her mouth went dry as the enormity of what he just had said sunk in. Their lips met again, the kiss quickly proceeding from soft and tender to passionate hunger. With a sigh she let go and allowed herself to be swept away. It felt insanely good.
A girlfriend. He, Nate Havisham, had a proper girlfriend. He grinned as he put left-over stew into the fridge. The kitchen door opened, and Adelie stepped through it, hands full with their used plates.
“Hey, you’re my guest.” He freed her from her load and sorted it into the dishwasher.
“So? Doesn’t mean I can’t help you. And it was lonely in the living room.”
As he shut the door of the appliance, she stepped closer, putting her hands on his hips to pull him against her. Her soft, rosebud pink lips touched his ever so sweetly like they had countless times in the course of the last hour. With a sigh he folded her into his arms, deepening the kiss. Heaven in a farmhouse kitchen. Her lips widened into a smile under his.
“It’s getting late…” he mumbled, not wanting to say goodbye for the night.
“Unfortunately, it is…” She neither.
While they bundled up in the hallway, they chatted about the movie, as they had managed to finish watching it over dinner.
“You know what has always bugged me about the Pyramid?” Adelie sat on the wooden stairs leading to the upper floor, pulling on her boots. “After they found the treasure they cut immediately to Peter and Polly outside, in front of the tent, inspecting it. How did they get out?”
He laughed as he closed the zipper of his coat. “You mean, because of all the booby traps and still roaming zombie mummy soldiers?”
She scrambled to her feet, reaching for her purse. “Mostly because the pyramid is supposed to be a maze. They ran haphazardly through it, being chased and all, stumble across the treasure chamber by pure chance and in no way did they know where they were, lest how to find their way back out. Plus indeed, all the mummies and traps.”
He opened the front door. “There went the chance for a sequel: The Pyramid of the Moon 2 – The way back outside.”
“Are you making fun of me?” She walked past him and suddenly vanished. Instead, he heard a scream and a thud.
“Adelie? Lily, are you alright?” With rising panic, he felt for the light switch. The flood light poured over the porch and the yard, and he found her sitting on the lowest porch step, rubbing her back.
“Be careful, everything is as slippery as the world’s finest lube.”
Her deadpan comment told him that she was unhurt but annoyed, and he couldn’t swallow his snort. Carefully he approached the porch steps and found that the sleet had turned into freezing rain, covering everything under a thick ice armour, including the truck. The road probably resembled a skating rink.
“Driving in these conditions is suicide,” Adelie remarked after she had managed to get back to the dry and safe part of the porch.
“Truer words have never been spoken. Sorry babe, looks like you have to pitch tent here.”
She turned and looked at him with an arched eyebrow. “Well, I’m sure there’s room in your bed for me.” She sailed past him, but the hard line of her mouth betrayed the charade of her flippant tone. He followed her back inside, at a loss what could have caused her sudden mood swing.