Bad At Love

Chapter Fourteen

I hear the birds and the summer breeze,

I drive fast

I am alone in the night,

been trying hard not to get into trouble,

but I,

I got a war in my mind,

so I just,

Ride.

I felt the vibrations of the radio drumming against my thigh as my hand rolled through the waves in the wind. The sunset folding into itself as the sun drooped lower into the sky. Masking the world into near darkness. We had been on the road for five hours, the city was far behind us. The past few hours had been nothing but us one on one with nature. It was beautiful, though, and refreshing. Being out of the crowded, polluted city with fresh air was exactly what I needed.

"So, where exactly are we going?" I called out to Silas, who was leaned back casually into the driver's seat. His hand hanging loosely onto the wheel, while his short, curly hair was blowing wild with the wind.

"Well, I'm not sure what city it is in, but it's almost on the opposite side of Oregon. Definitely, a drive, but the sight is nothing like Washington, that's for sure." He mused. A small smile peeking on his lips as he turned his head towards me.

"You're right, the mountains and trees? Such a sight. Thank you, by the way, for inviting me." I said. I looked away from him as I uttered, my cheeks were unquestionably a crimson color. I bit my lower lip as I looked out the window again.

He never replied, or I never heard him. The precious silence of nature filled the void, and that was fine. After a few moments, I felt him move slightly, his hand creeping on top of my hand that rested coolly on my thigh. My lungs felt constricted as he slowly curled his fingers between the spaces of my own fingers. His thumb lightly caressing the inside of my thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at him, watching as he slowly bit his lower lip to cover his smile. Something about his smile was different. The way he held onto my hand like he was going to lose me; the way he looked at me as if he were offering me his soul. He was nothing like he had been before.

And as crazy as it sounded, I'm sure I was the same way.

~

"Holy mackerel. Silas, this place has a glass shower case!" I screeched as my tired hands ran down the length of the clean glass. We had just walked through the door of our hotel less than forty-five seconds ago. I had been doing nothing but screaming excitedly about everything our room contained. It was beyond nice. Actually, nice isn't even enough to describe this place. The bed was gigantic, there was a fifty-inch flat screen and walk-in closet. There was an ensuite with a garden tub and encased shower tucked in the corner by the door.

I heard his booming laughter and the sound of his body slapping against the mattress.

"I get it, baby girl, everything looks nice." His tired voice called out. I turned on my heel and exited the bathroom with a smile playing on my lips.

"What'd you just say?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Everything looks nice-" He uttered. I watched as his eyes widened in realization, trying to cover up what had slipped.

"No, before that." I said coolly. I casually sat in the space next to him.

"It just slipped, sorry." He frowned slightly as he apologized.

"What, no. It wasn't meant to be a bad reaction, I wanted to hear it again." I whispered. My voice lowered as I scratched the back of my neck, my eyes avoiding his at all costs. I felt his weight shift on the bed, his hands slowly pulling me closer to him.

"Is that so?" He mused, his hot breath fanning against my jaw.

"Now, you're just being mean." I teased. Giggling against his forehead as his hands gripped firmly onto my hips.

"I'm sorry, baby girl." He murmured. He pressed a light kiss on the side of my jaw, his hot breath creating goosebumps on the surface of my neck. I smiled softly as I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling our bodies closer.

"Tell me more about yourself, please." He whispered, his hands slowly moving along the side of my thighs; rubbing every inch of skin. I leaned my heads down to look at his face to find his eyes trained on me already.

"What do you want to know?" I mused, my hands running up to the base of his neck.

"Everything. We have hours until the morning, and I don't want to miss a single detail. I want to know your fears, your hopes, dreams. I want you to tell me your deepest secrets. I want to know everything about you." He moved his lips closer to my skin, peppering kisses on any visible skin.

"That's a lot of information to tell." I retorted. I let my hands roam through his hair, his curls wrapping around my fingers, begging me to tug on it. My mind wasn't wandering too dirty thoughts. But my heart was racing like it was.

"We have time." He replied, his hands resting coolly on the bottom of my ass as his lips shot out to lick his lower lip.

"Make faces like that while grabbing onto my ass will dwindle that time significantly." I mused, my fingers tugging on his strands of hair. I watched as he smirked in reply.

"I'm going to be touching you no matter what, so just tell me anyway." He teased, his tongue lightly poking onto the skin of my neck.

I groaned internally as I thought of any way I could start this; what should I even say? There's so much. From my childhood to my adult life, there are stories I've told everyone and others, no one knows about. And my secrets? I have too many.

"Well, I guess, I can start off by saying I have terrible luck." He heard him chuckle softly.

"How so?" He inquired.

"Well, I always find myself in incredibly stupid and severely inappropriate scenarios. Basically, I can have this easy task to do, and fate will find a billion different ways to f**k s**t up. Sometimes it's not even my fault, I didn't directly cause my downfall - it just works out that way. Or, with guys, especially guys, oh goodness. " I explained myself my words stringing together smoothly. I mentally facepalmed myself at the mention of my past lovers. They were irrelevant compared to him. A speck of dust compared to the entire universe.

"Can I get an example from your life?" He questioned. His weight adjusted against mine as he pulled himself upwards. Our faces facing one another.

"Well, there's been several wardrobe malfunctions in public, insanely awkward times too. One time, while crowd surfing, my shirt snagged onto someone's earring. And instead of pulling the earring off, the earring magically took my entire top off. Like nearly impossibly, the situation turned possible. That bitches ears were legitimately indestructible." I recalled. The story was killer, and I knew it was one of the many unlucky experiences I had. The corners of his lips rose up to a smile.

"Wow, that's some terrible luck. What about with guys?" His question hung in the air. He cleared his throat slightly as he moved his hand to rest on my hip rather than my ass. I flinched slightly, taken aback by his question.

"Oh, well. That's easy. One guy was a terrible Kleptomaniac, another was a serial cheater. One guy turned out to be a stalker, another left me when I had a miscarriage. Another turned out to be gay, one guy was a complete f*****g weirdo - the list goes on." I spoke faster than the speed of lightning, hoping to God he only heard bits and pieces of what I had said. I didn't want him to know all the dirty secrets. I didn't want him knowing I had no luck with love and send him to the hills in fear.

But the furrow of his brows and sad frown on his face indicated otherwise. There was a war in his mind, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted to press further on what I had said, but he knew there was a line of privacy he hadn't crossed before. We both knew that the moment he crossed it, there'd be a tie between us. A form of trust, a companionship that would be planted and firmly rooted in our lives.

"You had a what?" His voice was lower than a whisper, like he was still unsure if he wanted to ask the question. There was a long pause between us both before I could muster up a proper response. I audibly sighed as I leaned closer to his body. I wasn't sure if I was ready to share the story with someone other than Sofia. I wasn't sure if I was ready to explore this side of our friendship - or whatever the hell this was. But before I could stop myself, I spilled my story to him.

From start to finish.