"Hon C'mon let's get you home and out of these wet clothes ok?"
All I could do was nod as Paige's fingers laced through mine and led me to the car.
When we got into the car I turned on the radio, for fear of what I might say if we simply relied upon conversation. It was about midway through an old Pretenders song, and Paige grabbed my hand and smiling started to pretend serenade me when we got to the stop light.
( excerpt from The Pretenders-Brass in Pocket)
GONNA USE MY ARMS
GONNA USE MY LEGS
GONNA USE MY STYLE
GONNA USE MY SIDESTEP
GONNA USE MY FINGERS
GONNA USE MY, MY, MY IMAGINATION
( she leans over close enough to kiss and I'm dying a little inside, she placed her hand on my thigh squeezing ever so slightly)
'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE
THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE
NO ONE LIKE ME
I'M SPECIAL SO SPECIAL
I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION GIVE IT TO ME
"Why oh why must she tease me this way , she HAS to know what she's doing." I thought to myself, well maybe I mumbled a bit of it because just then she turned the radio down.
"Hon? Are you ok?"
"Yup."
"hmm," she gave me an'ok but I don't believe you look.," we'll be home soon and we'll get out of these wet clothes and that'll make us feel better"
Now I KNOW what she said, but my twisted up brain heard," we'll get out of these wet clothes and I'LL make you feel better."
I audibly gasped.
"Hon?"
" Paige," I practically yelled as she slammed the brakes pulling in the drive.
"WHAT?"
we both laughed a minute then she leaned over almost too close, as if I thought that were possible, her forehead touching mine,"Alex?"
"yeh"I choked a bit on my reply struggling for breath.
"you alright?" She ran her fingers through my still wet hair.
I wanted to say NO Paige Im not ok, I'm CRAZY about you I want to hold you and kiss you so hard it takes our breath away. I wanna scream out that I love you Paige Michalchuk, but I can't find the word, I can't find the courage. The fact that I feel your breath on my face, that you're sooo close to me right now is almost more than anyone can..my thoughts are interrupted by he slightest touch, a brush of flesh against mine her bottom lip against mine as she opens her mouth, but doesn't speak. I can't move. I barely breath
