Cabin Hunting
She was giddy with excitement and anticipation on her way to New York on the train. On the way back she is giddy for an entirely different reason. There is this spark in the air, and this old lady staring at her like she knows what she is thinking.
Thinking about wonderful hands caressing her, and a bare firm perfect chest rubbing up against her. She thinks she has to be blushing because she steals a glance at Dante and he has this knowing smile. She wants to wipe it off his face. And then she sees those dimples, and wonders if they have always been there, because they are pretty hard to resist. She thinking that she should have opted for the extra ride around the block or a ride around the entire city in that limo.
She can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has been playing with them since they took their seats. She had been thinking about putting her hands through his hair again as they had walked to their seats when she let out an involuntary deep breath. Dante had laid his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear, asking her if she was alright. That innocent little gesture filled her with an electric charge, and made her hope that the train would be empty so they could continue what they had started in the limo. But instead there is this old lady with two young kids, probably their grandmother, who keeps staring at her. Lulu is certain the old lady can read her mind, and they are not thoughts a grandmother should be privy to.
Lulu stands up and begins to walk away almost in one motion. Dante looks at her confused. I will be right back Lulu assures him. She is off on a mission of life and death, or at least a mission of sanity. She HAS to find a private cabin to finish what she started with that earth shattering kiss earlier. And, as a Spencer, she always completes a mission.