Chapter Twenty Nine
He knocked on my window ten minutes before midnight. I still had my hearing device in and I was still fully clothed under my covers. I tossed them aside and headed towards the window. Adam's blonde head bobbed in the moonlight. I yanked up my window.
"Hi," I said softly.
"Hi," he whispered back. He offered me his hand. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," I said. Shelby had told me a long time ago how she had felt like she used to feel like she was having a heart attack every time she was around Mason. Now I knew exactly what she meant. I took his hand and crawled out the window. He held onto me until I was safely on the ground.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He put a finger to his lips and then began to walk. I noticed he was carrying a backpack.
I followed obediently.
Sadieville was a growing town, but it was still underdeveloped compared to any other place I knew. Adam didn't head out to the road; instead he kept to grassy stretches. The moon was full above me; we didn't even need a flashlight.
All around me were the sound of night. It wasn't often that I heard the sound of crickets or the hoot of the owl. The air smelled wetter; the wind seemed colder.
We walked for what seemed like an eternity. I began to get worried as the wide open expanse disappeared. Trees sprung up from seemingly nowhere like sentries that were determined to keep us going forward instead of back. My pace slowed. I looked up at the heavy canopies. The soft earth had turned to hard packed grass.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see," Adam whispered.
I didn't have a watch (or my phone), but it seemed like we walked for well over an hour. At last, he stopped. He swung the backpack off of his shoulder and unzipped the top. While he did, I looked around.
We were in a clearing. There were a few tracks that looked like some cars had been by lately, but other than that nothing seemed disturbed.
I looked back in Adam's direction. He had spread a blanket on the grass. He sat, looking up at me expectantly. I looked around again quickly as I settled down uncertainly.
"Where are we?" I asked. He grinned.
"It's just a little place the local teens know," he said.
"Local teens?" I asked.
"It's make-out point."
My eyes widened. I looked around again.
"Oh my God, I know this place."
"Well, not personally," I said. I looked back at him. I knew an explanation was in order, lest I look crazy. "My dad caught my sister here when she was still dating her husband," I said softly. "In a truck."
Adam smiled. His eyes sparkled. "Oh? And what were they doing?"
I thought back. I still remembered that night. Dad and Kevin had come storming back to the house, arguing loudly with each other. Shelby had looked mortified...
"What do you think they were doing?" I asked. Adam laughed. His eyes told me he knew exactly what they were doing.
"So why are we here?" I asked.
Adam scooted closer to me. My breath caught. "Why do you think?"
"But, I don't know you."
"You know me," he said. "That's why you want me so much."
His statement confused me. I looked into his eyes. They were such pretty eyes. But...hadn't they been blue the day at the lake? They were green. Such a pretty shade of green. I watched the path of his hand in anticipation. It slid along my neck; he had really big hands. Physician hands. I shut my eyes. His fingers flew up into my hair. It was such a nice feeling...
"I've always liked you," he said.
"But we just met," I said.
"No, we haven't," he said. "We've known each other forever."
Suddenly, his lips grazed mine. They were just as soft as I thought they would be.
"Kiss me back," he whispered. "Please, kiss me back."
The request thrilled me. I looped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He was solid muscle and he felt so nice...
I don't know how long we sat there kissing. His hand wrapped around me and we slid down on the blanket, our bodies pressing against one another. His tongue pushed against my lips and I let him in willingly. His other hand slid up my shirt.
"Just kissing," I said pulling away. "I can't do anything more."
"I promise we won't do anything you don't want to do," he said. His hand wrapped around my boob...or at least all of it that God gave me. I shivered.
"Is this okay?" he asked. I nodded.
He hovered over me and I stared at his face hungrily. For some reason, it felt so wrong to let him touch me, but the moment we began kissing I forgot all about it. I suddenly longed for the night never to end. It seemed like we lay curled there forever. I let his hands roam my body; my hands never strayed from his chest and back. I couldn't take it farther; yet, when the sun began to stream down on us the ache in my belly grew desperate and I suddenly changed my mind.
"I want more!" I cried. It was then that he pulled away. His mouth seemed incapable of speaking. He rolled me off the blanket and wordlessly began to stuff it back into his bookbag. He shook his head.
"Where are you going?" I asked, scrambling to my feet. My bra was loose on my shoulders. "Please..."
He began to back away and I panicked. I couldn't move. How would I get back?
"You need to be naughty sometimes," he suddenly said. "You've got to stop worrying. Go get that piercing you've always wanted. If you want to try a sip of alcohol, try it."
His voice turned me on and terrified me at the same time. I wrapped my arms around myself. "I can't..." I whimpered.
"BE ALEXIS, DAMNIT!" he screamed. "Your real mother wasn't a saint, and neither are you!" He turned and begun to run. Tears poured from my eyes.
"MASON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.