I think before we go too far, we should probably talk about our intentions and the possible consequences of our actions. The path we're heading down is a dangerous one for obvious reasons. I already feel a strong connection with you. Maybe it's because you and I have things in common, maybe it's just a cosmic connection that can't be explained... We need to not let ourselves rush things, slow and steady in the beginning. We can let it build, let it compound on itself. As we progress towards the inevitable, we need to savor every moment, every word, every whisper of breath on the back of each other’s necks. No sensations should be passed up in our pursuit to satisfy that ultimate primal need… god damn girl. I need to get my ass down to the gym…
Primal need… the words permeated my body… I felt it too. It's one of those moments where something comes out of nowhere and hits you like a speeding semi. The rush of these feelings and desires were almost too much for me to bear. My head swam. I slunk to the floor and laid down on the cool, fake wood. A smile stretched across my face warming my skin. I felt flushed. Laying down the phone, I cupped my hands over my mouth and screamed into them. Immediately I picked up my phone to text Locus but stopped myself. I didn’t need her to worry or give me advice.
I gots this.
Taking a deep breath, I went back to Jonah’s message. I read it again, gushed again and clicked in the field to write a response. Before I started, I got another message.
Leaving the gym. Showering then I’m on my way.
I leaped up to finish getting ready and gather my things. Soon, Jonah was texting me to come downstairs. He grabbed and loaded my bags into his Jeep without a peep. I climbed into the passenger seat like I hadn’t read his words. We drove forever making our normal small talk and stopping for brisket, some Beaver nuggets and a big drink at a Buc-ee’s. We ate on the road, like two buds on a road trip, not two people who needed to talk about our intentions. I spent most of the drive taking pics of weird shit to post online later while Jonah played his favorite tunes, expecting me to enjoy each one. He drove, then I drove for a bit, but I’d never been a very good driver, therefore shortly, he was behind the wheel again. With a few more stops, an In and Out burger, some souvenirs, t shirts for me, hats for him, the seven plus hours turned into a whole day on the road. Yet, it flew by without any discussion of his message. It wasn’t until we got close to the hotel that he mentioned anything.
“Did you get my message?” His hand landed on my thigh, up high, a classic guy thing to do.
Gay, my ass. I couldn’t wait to tell Locus.
Jonah knew good and well I’d seen it. Instagram literally marks the message as seen. I’d play along. “Yeah…” I had to stop my voice from trembling.
He squeezed my leg lightly. “And… Are we going to talk about it?”
“About what?” I asked to buy myself some time. Sticking my hands in my armpits, I stared at his hand on my skin.
Jonah, still driving, two lane roads now, his eyes were straight ahead. “About how we’re feeling? I’ve taken you on Holiday, Romilly. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a girl on Holiday before.” Jonah sounded more British than possible, making me think maybe I’d misread his intentions previously.
“What does that mean, holiday?” My British lingo was limited to BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice and one episode of Doctor Who. Spring break wasn’t a national holiday.
“It obviously means I have feelings for you. Where I’m from you don’t ask a girl to go on holiday, a trip without wanting to take the relationship to the next level.”
I was speechless.
He went on, “You’ve agreed to come, so I figured you had feelings for me, too.”
I stumbled out, “It doesn't even seem possible what's happening with me and how I'm feeling. It’s like someone’s playing a trick on my emotions. I'm just waiting for you to be like, ha ha, just kidding… Why me?”
Jonah parked in front of our hotel. When he turned off the engine, the cabin seemed darker than I expected. He’d parked far away from the streetlamps, but I could still see the outlines of the features of his handsome face.
His voice sensual, he said, “Well, you need not to worry about the whys and just concentrate on enjoying it.”
“I…” I began, still confused.
“I understand. This is not normal behavior for me either.”
There was a moment of silence. I thought about how true that statement seemed. The short time I’d known him, he seemed completely uninterested in any of us girls.
He continued, more passion in his voice, “You've cast a spell over me, and I'm loving every minute of it.” Jonah caressed my face, coming into kiss me, I’d thought. The kiss never came. He inhaled and exhaled in a whisper, “The idea of your lips against mine is making me toss in my bed at night.”
With a mischievous smile he slowly leaned down, missing my mouth completely. Lightly he kissed the bend of my neck, his warm breath summoning shudders across my flesh. His tongue flicked in and out, tasting my skin as it trailed up to gently lick the lobe of my ear. All the while his hands landed on my chest to cup my breasts. His thumbs found my nipples, circling them. They stood up to meet his greedy fingers.
