Page 20 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
As I drive, we don’t talk much. Candi dances in the back seat and Destiny gives me driving instructions.
Pulling away from a stop sign, I’m forced to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a car that didn’t stop at the stop sign. Stop? He didn’t even slow down. We’re all jolted forward and I hear clatter from the back seat.
“What the fuck, asshole?” I growl. “Are you guys okay?” I look over at Destiny and then back to Candi.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” Candi replies. “Our purses just fell on the floor. Whoowh! The seat belts back here work.” She rubs where the seat belt crosses her chest.
“Destiny, are you okay?” I ask, placing my hand on her forearm.
“Yes, I’m okay. Just startled. Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Okay. Turn right down Sunshine and I’m the last house on the left.”
“Okay.” I follow her directions and pull into the driveway.
“Key, keys. Pee-pee, pee-pee.” Candi bounces up and down in the back seat.
“My purse, the zipper.” Destiny points.
Candi gets out, both of their purses in her hand, and shouts back, “Thank you, Nicco! Talk to you soon.” Then she runs to the front door of the small house.
We get out of the car and Destiny walks in front of me down the short path to her front porch. I like watching her tiny figure move.
Arriving at her front door, she turns to me. Her beautiful face glows under the dim, warm light above us. I steal a quick glance at her lips. The same urge fills me. I lean down toward her, the faintest scent of vanilla enters my nose. I could kick myself that my sense of smell is diminished because of my smoking. Just another thing that makes me despise my addiction. I want to smell her more deeply.
I press my lips to her left cheek. When I move to face her, before going to her right cheek, I linger, blood pulsing quickly. I move and press my lips to her right cheek, hearing her breath in my ear. Her audible response to our closeness arouses me. A soft curl brushes my face.
Returning to face her, I drink in her beauty once more. “Good night, Destiny.” I straighten my stance.
“Good night, Nicco. Thank you again.” She opens her front door and steps inside, looking back at me before she closes it.
Destiny
As I close the door behind me, my heart rattles in my rib cage. Candi’s in front of me in seconds.
“What was that?” she asks like a giddy schoolgirl.
“I think I just made a deal with the hottest man on the planet.”
