You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt,
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style.
He was gone. He's gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. I still couldn't think. I ran to the window to see him hunched over, walking down my long drive.
Why? How could he? He abused my love over and over and now he wants to reciprocate. No. He loves you. No. Part of me was soaring at the thought, knowing he finally returned the love I had so freely given him for so long. Part of me was crippled. Was it too little too late? How could I forgive him?
My mind went blank and suddenly I found myself grabbing my crossbody, slinking out my door into the kitchen, and running to the front door. My heels click clicked on the tile but I was too caught up to care. I was on the porch before I realized what I was doing and at my noise, I saw him turn. I pulled my heels off and sprinted across the dewy grass at a breakneck speed. His face had no emotion except for his open mouth and limbs askew in shock.
I almost took a dive from my wet bare feet on the grass but his arms were there before I could even register a fall and I was swept up against him, mouth pressed ferociously against his. I couldn't breathe. I dropped my bag on the ground and suddenly my arms were around his neck, clinging to him.
It was a tango of tongues and teeth, fiercely battling each other in passion and hatred. My skin burned where he touched me and I slid down his body, my shirt lifting and my feet finally touching the ground. His hand slid roughly into my hair and the other roughly caressed my hip, continuing its trajectory along my skirt to brush my thigh. Nothing mattered in that moment. It was him and me and complete silence pressed in on us as we focused only on our kiss. A kiss so long coming that it ached in my bones. I felt like I was home.
He came up for air and rested his forehead to mine. I gasped for breath and suddenly noise came rushing back, crickets and far off cars and wind chimes. A cacophony of nighttime surrounded us. "Jesus," he breathed out. "I missed that."
I choked down a laugh and put my hands to his face, soaking it in, remembering. The high brow, the sleepy brown eyes, the freckle on his cheek. Three years. Nothing had changed.
He turned his face and kissed my hand. "Let's get out of here."
"Where?" My brow furrowed.
"Anywhere. Who cares?"
It only took a single heartbeat for me to nod yes and another ten to reach his car. A black Trans Am. I should've known.