Angel of Mine (9 page)

He leans into my ear and lowers his voice, “Ally, your chin is all sticky. What am I going to do with you?” I’m frozen on the spot and physically unable to reply. I want him to kiss me so much, but I’m too scared to make the first move. What if I’m no good at it? I’ve never done this before. Maybe I should have practiced kissing on my hand after all. The idea doesn’t seem so dorky now. The thought makes a small giggle inappropriately escape.

He stays beside my ear, breathing heavily, and I feel him reach for something on the table behind me. A moment later, he wipes a napkin lightly over my chin. Disappointment stabs me at the thought that I’m not going to receive my first kiss after all, and I swipe at the remnants of the juice on my lips with my tongue.

Suddenly I find his face mere centimetres from mine. “I’m going to kiss you now Ally.” His voice sounds hungry, and he speaks the words into my mouth. My heart stops as he presses his lips to mine, then he gently sucks on my bottom lip, and the beats pick back up double time. I copy his actions and hope I am doing this right. It certainly feels incredible.

His mouth is warm and soft, and I can taste the pasta bake we just ate. I like the flavour of it much better this time around. Our tongues are moving perfectly in harmony with each other. My body is on fire, and I can’t get near enough to him. As we move closer together, our plates make a clattering noise as they fall to the ground. He starts to pull me onto his lap, and the motion brings me crashing back to earth. I was just mauling him like some kind of crazed animal! Scrambling away, I cover my face with my hands and groan.

Chancing a small peek between my fingers, I explain, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Sliding up to me, he pulls my hands away and cradles my face. My eyes scan the seat. I can feel my heated cheeks under his cool touch, and I’m beyond humiliated.

“Ally, look at me.” Reluctantly, I lift my gaze to meet his. The desire that is still in them melts me. Maybe I didn’t scare him off by acting like a wild animal. “Have you had much experience with this before?”

There is no judgment in his voice, but my lack of knowledge has me shrinking into the seat as I quietly reply a short, “No,” and look back down again.

He tilts my face back up. “You have nothing to be ashamed about Ally. That’s normal behaviour for two people so strongly attracted to each other.” He smiles widely. “Hell, that was bloody incredible. It was out of this world. Please do not be embarrassed.” Biting on my lower lip, I nod my head to let him know that I understand.

He moves his hand to my mouth and releases my lip from the hold I have on it. “You are going to kill me girl.” He scoots back a little and releases my face. “We can take this slow. I truly enjoy your company, so let’s just have fun, and finish our picnic, okay?”

Air whooshes out of my mouth, and I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. “Okay.” We both turn and our eyes reach the cupcakes at the same time.
Yeah, maybe finishing the food at this picnic isn’t a brilliant idea.

Walking through the door, I whistle a tune as I replay the time at our picnic together today through my head. Ally is so sweet and innocent but at the same time brave and selfless. She thoroughly fascinates me. Life is starting to look up again.

My stomach leads me towards the kitchen. Even though I just ate at a picnic, I am always up for more food. I can smell the roast lamb and vegetables Mum is cooking as the scent wafts through the air and down the hallway to meet me.

Mum looks up from the batch of biscuits she is making as I approach. “You’re whistling,” she says and smiles knowingly. “Good date then?”

Cutting off my tune, I reply, “Great date.”

She reaches up, ruffles the hair at the top of my head, and then pulls me into a hug, “I’m glad. You undoubtedly deserve to have your life back on track Theo.”

“Would you like to meet her, Mum? She’s incredible. I was thinking of bringing her over for a barbecue this weekend.”

Mum’s eyes glaze over, and she nods enthusiastically. “I would love to meet her.”

Ducking under her arm, I snatch some of the cookie dough and dart away before she can catch me. “Awesome Mum, I’ll invite her for Sunday afternoon then.” After finishing the dough, I make my way to my room, whistling once again.

My arms wrap tightly around Ally’s slim frame as I hold her up against me. Her tongue dances with mine and I can taste something sweet like watermelon and strawberries. When I tug at the hem of her shirt, I’m surprised to find she lets me lift it up. I’m getting extremely worked up, but somehow I manage to put some space between us so that I will be able to see her as I remove it. I move slowly to relish in the sight. When I get just below her breasts, I take a deep breath, readying myself for what’s about to come.

Beep, Beep, Beep.
My alarm goes off right next to my ear. Damn, it was a dream.

Stretching my arm out to turn it off, it collides with someone standing next to my bed. My eyes snap open to see my brother standing there grinning, and literally holding my alarm right next to my ear. I mean so close that it’s almost touching me.

“You sounded like you were in the middle of a good dream.” He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement.
Great, I must have been talking in my sleep again, or moaning as the case may be.

“Shut up Alex.” Raising my arms behind my head to grab my pillow, I get a firm grip then pull it free, aiming it right at my stupid brother.

He jumps back and turns around. Wrapping his arms around to his back, he starts to make kissing noises mixed in with, “Ally, oh Ally, you taste so sweet.” This time when I throw a second pillow, I’m successful, and it hits him in the head. He falls over, laughing so hard that he has to hold his sides as if this is the funniest thing he has ever seen.

“Haha Alex, very funny. Why are you in here anyway?”

He gets up off the hideous green carpet we have yet to replace, and walks back towards me. “Sorry man, I couldn’t help myself. I just came in to let you know Mum went out to the shops to get stuff for the barbecue tomorrow, and I’m heading out to check out my new school’s football team. I heard they had a game on. You want to come?”

I’m actually keen to see Ally after the dream I just had, but I’m not about to tell him that after all his teasing. He can be so cheeky and immature sometimes. I love that part of his personality, but I don’t want to add any fuel to his fire and chance him saying something embarrassing in front of Ally tomorrow. “I’m good, man. You have fun though.”

“Sure thing brother, see you this afternoon sometime.” He leaves the room, and I roll back over in my king size bed and try to recapture the visions from my dream. After about ten minutes with no such luck, I decide I need the real thing. I get up to find my phone and send a text to Ally to see if she wants to hang out today.

Me – Hi! What are you up to? I would like to see you today. Do you want to hang out?

Ally – Sure. Where should I meet you?

Me – I’ll come to you, say in an hour?

Ally – Ok see you soon. ☺

Placing my phone back down on my desk, I go about getting ready.

When I pull up to Ally’s house, she is sitting on the front steps waiting for me. She is wearing denim shorts that highlight her long golden legs that seem to go on forever. A white hoodie covers up her gorgeous chocolate locks. However, it’s so baggy on her that it makes her look adorable in an entirely different kind of way than usual.

Stretched out, she leans back on her hands with her head slightly tilted back admiring the wind chime that hangs above. The breeze carries the musical notes, and she seems enchanted by it.

She continues to look up as I walk towards her. “I love looking at the chimes as they sway in the wind. It’s so pretty.” The tone of her voice almost harmonizes with the sounds around us.

“So pretty,” I agree without taking my eyes off her. Sitting up, she catches me staring and fidgets self-consciously with the bottom of her shorts, trying to pull them a little lower down her legs.

While she adjusts, I take a minute to observe her cozy little cottage style house. The other day when I came to pick her up, I was so eager to see her that I didn’t actually take the time to appreciate how homey it is.

The steps lead up to a small porch decorated with terracotta pots filled to the brim with lavender. Subtle traces of the scent drift in the air around me, bringing on a relaxed and content feeling.

A large brass knocker adorns the white front door, and just off to the right of the entryway, sits a wooden bench topped with pale green cushions. Wooden shutters frame multiple windows and the paint on them is a little worse for wear. The place is a little battered but the design is incredible. This is just the type of home I’d love to renovate.

“So what do you want to do today?” Ally brings me out of my appraisal and I go to sit down beside her. “I was thinking we could hang out here and watch a movie. Maybe one from your famous collection you were telling me about the other day at the mall?”

Sliding my backpack off my back, I pull it open to show Ally the contents. “I hope it wasn’t too presumptuous of me, but I packed in some popcorn, a few other snacks, and some soda thinking we could make a day of it?”

She pulls herself up on the rail lining the stairs and turns towards me. “That actually sounds perfect. However, you might regret suggesting it after you see all my DVDs. All I own are romantic comedies.”

The site of her sexy behind as she makes her way to the door provides a treat for my eyes. “Come on in.” She motions me through to a small living area. The first thing I notice is there is only one two-seater couch in the room, placed in front of the TV.
Score, I won’t have to find an excuse to sit close to her
. On top of a red and cream Persian rug sits a cherry wood coffee table and I walk over to place the snacks on it.

Spotting the DVD stack to the right of the TV, I glance over the titles; 10 Things I Hate About You, Pretty Woman, Notting Hill.
Jeez, she wasn’t kidding when she said all she owned was romance.

“What do you want to watch?” I give her the choice since I plan to concentrate on her more than the movie anyway. She pops a copy of 50 First Dates in the player and we sink down on to the couch. The floral design is so ugly it makes my eyes hurt, however it’s actually comfortable, and the mismatched pieces around the room add a lot of character.

Ally sits close enough that I can smell hints of lavender coming off her skin, but not quite close enough to drape my arm around her. Squashing down my disappointment, I tell myself this is probably a smart thing, at least until I find out if her mum is home. Trying to be sly about gaining this information, I question, “Would your mum like to come watch the movie with us before I press play?”

Ally seems clueless as to the real reason I asked, and she replies, “No, she’s out at the shops, she’ll be back later.”

We sit back, and I discover this movie isn’t as pathetic as I thought it would be. I even find myself laughing at times. We slowly inch closer together but still aren’t touching. Honestly, I don’t mind since I’m having so much fun.