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Hidden, Part 4
"You're such a flirt."
"Only to be matched by you, sweetheart."
Randy rolled her eyes at Vaughn as they sat in a rear booth in The Crown, the local dance club. She had watched him flirt shamelessly with several women, older than them. She tapped her nails on the table and sipped her berry-flavored daiquiri as she watched him grin at a passing waitress. "You're incorrigible," she said as she rolled her eyes again.
"Oh come on, it's harmless," he replied, flashing her a brilliant smile and taking her hand. He gave it a kiss before placing it back on the table again. He didn't remove his hand from it though. "Like you haven't flirted this evening," he smirked.
"I have, but I'm not quite as brazen about it as you," she replied as she took another sip of her drink. Being sixteen years old and drinking with a fake id, made the trip to the club a lot more interesting. To get in, you had to be eighteen, but thanks to Vaughn's genius with photography, they could get in easily. And frequently. She looked out at the dancers writhing out on the floor. "I'm just a little bored, you think we could do something else?"
"Dancing with me is boring?" he asked in feigned hurt, but his amethyst eyes were sparkling merrily. His eyes dropped to her ruby lips as they closed about the straw in her drink. Watching those lush, kissable lips of hers was going to be his undoing sooner or later. Shaking his head, he returned his eyes to hers.
Amused by his surreptitious glance, she grinned into her drink before removing her lips from the straw to reply. "No, I just want to do something else. We did this last weekend. I need something new."
"How about we go back to my house and play some poker. I have money."
"And you want to lose it to me?"
"No, I won't lose. I'll just take yours, sweetheart."
Snorting, she finished her drink before regarding him with a smirk on her lips. "Is that a challenge?"
"You bet it is, Randy. And this time, I will win," he said as he stood. He offered her his hand as she got up from the table. As soon as they started walking, he walked slightly behind her with a hand resting on the lower part of her back. He could feel the heat of her skin through the silky material of her red shirt. Glancing down, he gave an appreciative smile to the swing of her hips in the short black skirt she was wearing before walking out on the rained on streets. He opened the door for her, exhibiting his manners as being a perfect gentleman. "M'lady," he said as he bowed.
Randy laughed as his gallantry as she slid into his Beemer and settled against the seats. She watched him come around and slide in the driver's side and start the car. The lights from the club's sign highlighted the one side of his face and the bright blue of his partially unbuttoned shirt. Neon colors danced across the white tank he was wearing underneath. His white blond hair was attractively mussed from his hands characteristically raking through it every ten seconds. A few strands hung over his forehead. A tiny part of her wanted to reach over and push them back. Crossing her booted ankles, she closed her eyes as he drove towards his home.
Vaughn looked at her out of the corner of his eye as he pulled into the garage next to his house. Her midnight hair curled against her cheeks in a beguiling manner, tempting him to brush them back and feel the soft skin of her cheeks against his fingers. He shook his head. The girl had become a real temptation this year since now she had a body. Curves that had been absent at this time last year were now filling out the prim school uniform in a sanity threatening way. He climbed out and opened the door for her. Opening the door and shutting it behind him, he gave her a nudge towards the back of the house. "Go to the atrium, I'll be there in a second," he said as he walked into another one of the rooms.
An echo went through the hall as he closed the door behind them. Nodding her head, she walked through the house to the rather large atrium in the back. She sat down in a white wrought iron chair, crossing her toned legs, waiting for him to appear again. Sighing, she tapped her fingers on the mosaic pattered tabletop. When Vaughn appeared once again, she raised an amused brow over one cobalt eye. "Red wine, Winner? Planning to get me drunk or something?"
Grinning back, he set the two wine bottles in the middle of the table. "Do you want me to get you drunk?" he asked as he set down the box of chips next to them. Shuffling the cards, he leaned back in his chair. "So, how much you want to start out?"
"How much do you got?"
"How much do you have?"
With an impish grin, she shook her finger at him. "I don't think so. I asked first."
"Let's just say I have more than enough," he replied with a gleam in his eyes.
"Fair enough. So do I," she countered as she propped her elbows on the table edge. "Start dealing and we'll go from there."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart,"" Vaughn replied as he tossed five cards in her direction before setting the deck in the middle next to the wine bottles. He also tossed several chips to her before giving himself a few. He leaned back in his chair and flicked a look at her over the top of his cards.
Randy picked up her cards and glanced over the top of them at him. He was grinning at her. She grinned back as she slid two cards in the center of the table and drawing two more. She also pulled back one of the bottles with her. Not breaking his stare, she wordlessly pushed several chips into the center of the table.
He looked down at her chips, and like her, wordlessly pushed his into the center, raising her a few as well. Raising his cards in front of his face, he couldn't help but smirk behind them. "I've got you, Randy. There's no way you could beat this hand."
Not at all disturbed by him raising the bet, she also pushed more of her chips in, also raising him several more. She kept her face impassive. She had learned a lot from her brothers. "I dare you to see this, Winner. I will take all of your money this time. I owe you."
A bit shocked by her increase, he kept his smirk plastered to his lips as he saw her bet. "Now, let's see what you got, baby."
"If you like, baby," she replied as she spread her cards out on the table. On the glossy surfaces of the cards, a ten, a jack, a queen, a king, and an ace stared up at him.
His mouth fell open.
"Now, let's see yours, blondie," Randy asked with a smug smile touching her lips.
"Straight," he muttered as he laid his cards out on the table in front of him. He scowled and ignored her triumphant smile as she pulled back the chips from the center of the table. "Witch."
Pouting prettily, she stacked her chips while looking at him. "Don't be too sore, blondie. I haven't even begun yet."
Narrowing his eyes, he drank directly from the bottle. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "We'll see about that," he retorted as he picked up the cards again and started to shuffle.
Half hour later…
Randy frowned as he scooped up his winnings from the center of the table. Half of her bottle of wine was now gone as was his. "I'm winning that back," she hissed as she glared at him.
"Promises, promises," Vaughn said in a singsong voice. He grinned at her as he shuffled the cards again.
"I say we end this here and now. This hand, winner takes all."
Platinum brows arched over his jewel like eyes. He noted the high color in her cheeks from the alcohol and from frustration. He was winning and she knew it. She was making a last ditch effort to win all the money she lost back and all of his as well. He had to hand it to her, his little temptress had guts. He didn't say anything as he shuffled the cards again.
Watching him intently, her cobalt eyes followed his hands as they shuffled the deck. They went back to his face. Those lips of his were twisted in a thoughtful, but provoking smirk. She growled, itching to strangle him and win back her money. "Well?" she asked, impatient as she tapped her bare toes on the cool stone floor.
"All right, everything," he said as he tossed cards out on the table. Studying her, he watched her slide three cards over and take another three. That poker face of hers was unreadable as always. He felt the urge to use his empathic abilities on her to find out what she was feeling at this moment, but he decided against it. "It wouldn't be fair." "All right, Randy, what do you got? And remember, this is for everything on the table."
"Four of a kind," she said as she laid the sevens out on the table. Her eyes remained on his.
"Fuck!"
Randy's eyes widened at his expletive as he dropped his cards down on the table, and thumped it with his fists. He had three of a kind. Not being able to help it, she smirked and pulled the chips towards her. "Bet that hurts doesn't it, Winner."
"Bitch."
She gave him a mocking look before smiling again. "I'd say I beat you once again. You owe me two thousand credits."
"Shit," he mumbled under his breath as he flicked an angry glance at his cards.
"It doesn't matter how I'm paid. Cash, credit, or check will suffice. Or I can start a running tab."
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"You have no idea."
Vaughn stuck his tongue out at her at her smirk. Crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair, he watched her finish the rest of her bottle. The red wine had deepened the color of her lips. He idly wandered if her mouth would taste like the wine or like the peaches and cream he remembered. He returned his gaze to the chips sitting in front of her. Frowning, he mulled over how to restore some of his pride. He raised his eyes to hers to find her watching him.
Randy had noticed his eyes on her the entire night. They seemed to watch her more and more as of late. Not like she minded. They had a special bond; very different from the one she shared with Donavon. What she couldn't tell him, she told Vaughn. She had cried on his shoulder when his cousin wasn't there. And she had done pretty much the same for him. There was also that attraction they had with each other. Maybe it was the fact that they both liked someone else, but at the same time, they were fascinated with the attraction. And right now, his amethyst eyes were flickering intently, like something was on his mind. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.
The idea struck him as she leaned over the table a bit, giving him the briefest glance of shadowy cleavage. "How about a game of strip poker?"
An amused smile touched her lips. "Trying to restore something, Vaughn?"
"Something like that. So how about it?"
Maybe it was the look in his eyes, that challenging look, daring her to back down. He knew she wouldn't. Her Maxwell pride wouldn't let her. She pushed her chin up a notch. "All right. I deal this time though," she answered as she took the cards and started to shuffle them. She knew why he wanted to play again too. It was to restore some of his pride because every time they had played poker with each other, he had lost.
Pleased with her reply, he stood up. "I'll be right back. I think this calls for another bottle of wine, don't you think?" he asked as he walked away.
"Whatever you say, but don't think it's going to make you luckier," she shouted back at him, laughing. When he returned with two more bottles of wine, she immediately opened hers. It tasted heady and sweet, just like blackberries. She pushed his cards over to him. "Get ready to lose all your clothes, Winner."
"I should say the same to you, Miss Maxwell," he replied as he took a sip out of his bottle. He tilted it forwards in a mock salute, smirking. "But then again, if you should win, however slim the possibility, you want boxers too?"
A light flush heated her cheeks, but determined not to be cowed; she tilted her chin up in the air. "Yes."
He noticed the flush, but didn't comment on it. "But like I said, the possibility of you winning is slim." He saw her eyes narrow at him. "But when I win, do I get everything too?" he dared to ask, just to see how far she was willing to take this. So far, no one had seen that lush virginal body of hers, but then again, no one ever dared too. And he knew he was crazy to be asking, but the alcohol in his system was giving him a loose tongue.
Staving off the blush that was starting to come into her cheeks, she looked into his eyes. They were daring her, but at the same time, they seemed a little uncertain. She blinked and his eyes hadn't come off of hers. Running her tongue over her lower lip, she nodded her head. "Fair is fair. So, yes, everything," she said, but her trademark smirk soon crossed her lips, "But I wouldn't count on it."
Another hour later…
She was not smiling. She was furious. She glared at him from across the table. He grinned back unrepentant, as she stared down at his cards. Jerking out of her chair, she removed her last bit of clothing. The black skirt hit the stone floor with a soft swish, leaving her clad in nothing but red satin and embroidered lace. She sat back down again, the metal of the chair, cold against the backs of her thighs and her rear.
Vaughn could see the murderous look in her eyes. All he could do was grin at her guilelessly as his eyes raked over the exposed skin. Soft creamy skin swelled above the embroidered edge of her bra. "Damn, she looks good enough to eat," he thought. The wine was definitely in his system now, clouding his better judgment. He looked down at himself. He hadn't gone through this game without losing most of his clothes. His gray and blue striped boxers were all that remained. "All right, last hand," he said as she irately shuffled the cards and tossed his at him.
Silently fuming, she couldn't keep her face from showering her emotions. She was afraid of losing and even more afraid of dropping the rest of what she had on. She knew he would never tell and nor would he look, but he would sneak a peek. He did have a wicked streak in him that baffled his parents. But the mere thought of losing the rest of her clothes were intimidating. Nervously, she pushed two cards to the center of the table and withdrew two more from the stack. It only gave her three of a kind. She looked back at him and waited.
This time, he couldn't help but notice how apprehensive she had gotten. Losing ones clothes during a poker game could be quite unpleasant. He looked down at his cards. "All right, what do you have, sweetheart?"
Licking her lips, she laid her cards on the table and held her breath.
He looked at them and back at his. His hand beat hers, but he couldn't do it. He had some shred of decency left in him despite the alcohol warming his blood and the aching need to see the rich material slide down that curving body to the floor. "You win," he said as he laid his cards face down on the table.
Randy's eyes widened as she stared at him as he stood up.
Vaughn's hands went to the waist of his boxers. "So, you still want them?" he asked, not being able to stop the blush spreading across his face.
Pushing herself out of her chair, she walked around the table to him, and linked her fingers around his wrist, pulling it away. "You don't have to," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him. She could feel the heat of his skin against her cheek as she rested it against his chest. His steady heartbeat pounded in her ear. Seeing his own blush, knowing that the both of them had pushed each other as far as the other one was willing to go, was enough. Her nose wrinkled appreciatively at the smell of his cologne.
His own arms slipped around her, linking his fingers at the small of her back. Velvety skin was pressed against him from head to toe, making him feel hot inside. Loosening his fingers, they danced lightly on the slight indentation of her spine. Bending his head over hers, he could smell the peaches and cream in her midnight hair. It felt silky against his chin as he rested his head on the top of hers. His six-foot even height made him shorter than all of the other boys save for Jet, who still was an inch or two shorter than him. But it made him tall enough to rest his head on top of hers, even though she was the tallest of all the girls. She felt incredibly good in his arms and he was trying to keep his muddled brain from bringing forth immoral thoughts on what he'd like to do to the body snuggled up against his in an intimate manner.
There was an increase in his heartbeat against her ear. Her hands slowly splayed wide on his back, feeling the smooth muscles under his skin. His breath quickened ever so slightly against her hair. At the same time, the innocent and lazy caress of his fingers on her spine, were sending chills all the way down to her toes. They were making her feel warm inside, like she was slowly melting from the inside out. Closing her eyes, she sighed against his chest, the alcohol making her a trifle tired. Her own mind was conjuring up images as well; enough to make her cheeks burn at the thought. She was tempted to lean back against his arms and look into his face, wanting to see what his eyes were saying.
The feel of her breath wafting across his skin, made his skin prickle and his heartbeat increase again. He felt hot just standing here like this with her, almost knowing that in a minute the way that he was touching her was going to be less than innocent. The smell and feel of her was beginning to be too much for his alcohol-induced senses. Stepping back he gave her a light smile, trying to ignore the flush in her cheeks and the soft rise and fall of her breasts. "You feel all right from the drinking?"
"Yes," she replied, nodding her head, "But I feel a little hot." She could see his eyes sliding away from her again, just as her eyes were trying to stay off of him. There was pinkness in his cheeks as well and probably just as hot as hers felt.
"There's the hot tub," Vaughn suggested, looking over his shoulder and nodding at the sunken pool in the one corner of the room. Next to it was a huge chaise, about the size of a double bed, piled with several fluffy white towels.
"That sounds nice," Randy said as she started to follow him, but as an afterthought, paused for a moment and peeked at his hand. A full house. Her eyes went to his back and a smile touched her lips. "He won, but he told me he lost because he felt bad. What a sweetheart," she thought as she finally walked after him.
Kneeling by the one side, he flipped up the cover that housed the control panel. Pressing a few buttons, he soon had the water bubbling into a gentle white froth. Pleasingly hot water crept up his legs as he stepped in. He looked up at her and held up his hands. "Be careful and don't slip. I don't want to explain to your father why you have a concussion."
Taking his hands, she slowly lowered herself into the jetting water. Bubbles raced up her legs, hips and waist. She was standing right in front of him, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his skin on hers. She dared to look up into his eyes. There was no way she could mistake the heat that he was trying to hide in his eyes. An inner flame was making his eyes gleam like sparkling jewels.
He lost himself for a moment, staring into those heavily fringed cobalt blue eyes. The color was rich enough to make him think of a deep ocean pool. He was drowning in them. His eyes followed her teeth as they raked across her lower lip before pulling away. His hands slid from hers as he stepped back and sat down. Distance was needed.
Randy sat down across from him and leaned back her head. Closing her eyes, she could remember the moments they had spent in the supply closet at school. The feel of his warm lips on hers made her smile. He was not too aggressive, not too passive. He was a tender kisser, which made her believe him to be a closet romantic like her brother, Jonathon. His touches had also been hesitant, but they never failed to make her heart thump in her chest. She slunk down in the bubbling water until it touched her chin. It was making her long hair float on the white froth. Sweeping her hands out of the water, she smoothed back her bangs from her face, dampening them as well. She opened her eyes again and looked over at him. Vaughn's eyes were closed and she allowed herself the time to look at him. His skin was lightly tanned this time of year, but it still made his white blond hair stand out. Several strands clung to his forehead from the steam the water was producing. He was boyishly handsome, unlike his cousin, Donavon, who had a more exotic look to him with the bright russet hair with the gray green eyes and the more bronzed colored skin. But those eyes of Vaughn's…were something to behold.
Vaughn felt her gaze on him, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He was afraid one look at her, he would forget his good intentions, forget that his cousin was in love with her, forget that he had a crush on Veronica, and pull her into his arms and kiss her. She had always been his fantasy since she was much more accessible to him than Veronica would ever be. His little temptress. This time, he dared to peek on eye open and look at her. Her hair was entirely wet now and her arms were raised as she pushed it back. The picture she presented was downright sinful. Midnight black hair was plastered to her neck and the gentle slope of her breasts. It contrasted with her creamy white skin and that bright red lingerie. He fisted his hands under the water so they wouldn't reach for her. Then he felt toes brush against his calf and then come to rest on his knee. His eyes shot open to look at her. "What are you doing?"
"Using you as a foot rest," she replied with a guileless smile. She propped her other foot on top of his other knee.
"Going to get yourself in a heap of trouble, if you keep that up?" he warned, teasing.
Smirking, she leaned back, her head coming to rest on her hands. "And what exactly am I keeping up?"
The innuendo didn't go unnoticed and neither did the invitation in the depths of her eyes. It left him no choice. He couldn't resist the temptation being presented when he had too much alcohol in his blood to know better. He latched his fingers around her ankles and hauled her forwards.
A soft shriek escaped her lips when he suddenly pulled her over. Now right next to him, she dared to raise her eyes to the ones above her. Wetting her lips, she slowly closed her eyes, before looking back up at him. This entire situation was wrong and part of her knew it, but any sort of alcohol in her blood, made her reasoning seem out of place. Donavon was the one she liked, but she knew, that Vaughn was the one she was sexually attracted to right now.
Creeping his fingers around the back of her slender neck, he lowered his mouth towards hers. Shockwaves hit him as soon as they touched. He heard her soft gasp as his mouth moved over hers, but soon felt her fingers creeping up his chest to slither around his neck. His fingers were tracing circles on the back of her neck, reveling in the feel of her satiny wet skin.
Under the water, she felt his other hand snake around her waist, drawing her closer. Draping her legs over his lap, she scooted herself up against his side. Water bubbled around them, lush greenery surrounded them, the heavy silence and the perfume of tropical flowers, added to the exotic atmosphere. Coupled with the alcohol and their own fascination with the other, the setting had been ripe for seduction. She could feel his heart pounding hard against hers as her breasts crushed against his chest. It felt like lava was pouring through her veins, making parts of her burn. She toyed with his hair on his nape. She heard a growl vibrate against her lips.
Vaughn felt tingles dance down his spine, all the way down to his toes. He was still kissing her with barely parted lips until her tongue flicked against his. Unable and not wanting to resist, he slid his own tongue against hers parting them, and sliding into the familiar silky wet heat of her mouth. Her lips tasted like the blackberry wine, but her mouth, her mouth still tasted like rich peaches and cream.
Primitive sensations coursed through Randy's body when she felt his tongue sliding over hers, stroking it, twisting around it, making her participate in the passion filled kiss. She complied by boldly teasing his tongue with her own, circling it with the tip of hers before stroking the roof of his mouth.
A few minutes later…
She didn't know how they got there, but a soft material was under her back and her mouth was still connected with his. The weight of his body could be felt down her right side, his one leg resting between hers. Her hands slid up and down the contours of his back, the texture of his skin being imprinted onto her fingertips.
His one hand was tangled in her wet hair while the other one rested on the toned muscles of her stomach. Squeezing her side gently, he trailed one finger over to her navel and circled it. The muscles underneath jumped reflexively. Guided by instinct, his mouth left hers to slide across her cheek before coming to the fragrant skin on the side of her neck. All he could taste was peaches. He nuzzled her ear with his nose before capturing it with his teeth. With a few light nips, he could hear her sighs.
Randy was quaking from head to toe. Her hands came to rest on his arms, pressing her fingers into his flesh when he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. Turning her head towards him, she captured his lips again with hers. The kiss was bolder than before as she nibbled on his lower lip and then soothed it with her tongue. She had come along way from kissing in a closet. Books were informative items, especially if they were romance.
As her mouth got bolder, so did his fingers, which traced the edging of her bra. It made her respond by turning her hips against his. He sucked in a breath as hot satin pressed against him. It made him harder than he could ever imagine.
A weak feeling entered her stomach as she felt his erection pressing against the tops of her thighs. She was aware that his one hand had slid around her hip and over her backside. Her own hand came up and pressed against his cheek as he kissed her.
Vaughn turned his head and kissed her palm before returning his mouth to hers. The gesture was sweet and caring. It made him smile against her lips.
She smiled back as she kept her hand on his face. Barely there whisker stubble pricked at her fingers. His hair above his ear was soft as silk as she threaded her fingers through it. She could still feel his palm on her rear end, keeping her plastered to him. Moving again against the hardness pressing against her, she heard a deep growl vibrate against her tongue.
Not being able to stop it, his hand automatically came up and daringly cupped her breast, his fingers sliding over the delicate crest through the material.
A gasp escaped her lips as she pulled them away from his.
His own eyes popped open at the sound and he saw himself reflected in the depths of her widened eyes. Looking down, he saw where his hand was. He yanked it away and disentangled himself from her limbs. Breathing hard, he sat up, giving her his back. Not knowing what to say, he raked his hand through his dampened hair and let it hang down to stare at the floor. Raking his teeth over his lower lip, he finally stood, still not facing her. "I'm sorry."
Randy blinked her eyes as she heard his apology. Drawing her knees up against her chest, she regarded him silently, before letting out a sigh. "You don't have to be sorry, Vaughn."
Turning around, Vaughn stared at her as she looked back at him. "I have to be sorry, Randy. I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have started this in the first place, but that damned alcohol got the better of me."
She shook her head. "But I didn't have to kiss you back, remember? It's as much as your fault as mine. We were both drinking and we both let it get the better of us."
Frustrated and furious, he whirled around, giving her his back again. "I have to be responsible for this! Especially because it's you, the woman that Do…" he snapped his mouth shut before he revealed anymore. He knew Donavon would strangle him if he told and kill him if he ever found this out.
Her brow furrowed at the cutoff in his statement, but she let it pass. "Vaughn, our judgment was clouded by alcohol. We shouldn't have been doing what we were doing. I don't blame you for anything at all. So, don't beat yourself up about this." She stood up and walked over to him. Placing her hands on his hunched shoulders, she pressed her forehead against his back. "Please stop blaming yourself. We are attracted to each other and that can't be helped, but we both know our hearts belong to someone else. I won't tell anyone what happened tonight."
He dropped his head forwards. He brought one hand up to cover hers. "I promise I won't beat myself up about this, Randy," he said as he turned and faced her. Touching her cheek with the back of his hand, he gave her a slight smile. "You're just strong temptation for any man, including me. But you're very special to me, and I care about you too much to let myself give in. I guess I could say that I love you to some extent."
Quirking a smile of her own, she leaned into his hand. "I know because in some way, I love you too. You're there for me when Donavon isn't. And you have so much to give, which is what makes you special. If Veronica ever realized what a good person you are, she would drop Bobby in a heartbeat for you. I know I would."
The tension now gone from his expression, he pressed a brotherly kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for saying that. Now, I should probably take you home."
"Are you going to be all right to drive?"
"The alcohol has had it's fun already. I'll be fine."
"If you say so," Randy said as she walked over to the table and picked up her clothes. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she tugged her skirt over her hips. "And it was nice of you to let me win," she said softly.
Giving her a sheepish grin as he pulled his pants back on, he shook his head as a faint blush came over his features. "I was being a gentleman."
"Well, that's what sets you apart from the rest. Too bad there aren't more like you," she said as she finally tugged her shirt over her head. Pushing her hair back, she picked up her sandals. "I'm ready."
"All right, one minute," he said as he pulled on the button up shirt, but left it unbuttoned as he pulled his socks and shoes on.
She held out her hand to him once he was ready. It slid into hers, clutching her fingers tightly.
Vaughn smiled as he felt her head rest against his shoulder as they walked down the hall and out the door.
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The ride home was quiet. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were closed as she dozed. A fond smile touched his lips as he pulled into her driveway. He immediately got out and opened her door for her. A sleepy smile touched her lips as he walked her to the back door.
Randy stood on the steps looking down at him. A breeze ruffled his moonlit hair. "I had a nice time tonight, Vaughn,"
"I did too. And I know, I shouldn't say this, but I am really sor…"
She pressed a finger against his lips. "Don't. You don't have to say a word. It's our little secret."
"I understand," he said as he gave her a brief hug. "Well, I best be going now," he said as he took a step back.
"Before you go, just one more thing."
"What?"
"Just this," Randy said as she leaned up and gave him a whisper light kiss on the lips. "It's our promise to each other."
Nodding his head, he brushed his lips over hers while gently grasping her arms. He leaned away. "Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, blondie," she said as she opened the door and closed it behind her. Sighing, she walked up the back steps to her room. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her arms and his mouth on hers. Smiling solicitously into her mirrors reflection on her vanity, she murmured, "Thank you for giving me a taste of what its like to love someone, Vaughn."
A thoughtful expression came over his face as he walked back to his car. He could still taste the peaches on his lips. "Thank for showing me what it's like to love someone, Randy," he whispered as he finally got back into his car and drove off.
A/N: I know, a little long. I probably got carried away a bit in this part, but since it took so much time, I was loath to go back and redo it to make it shorter. I hope you enjoyed it. XOXO!!
