9. Green is my favorite color

Alexandra

I raised my eyebrows in response but did not say anything. I had never seen the second floor of the store, where he lived. I wondered what it was like upstairs.

He helped me sit in the passenger seat and I relaxed, feeling how comfortable it was. I could have easily drifted off to sleep. That was if he wasn't so close to me behind the wheel. Maybe I was getting sober, because I became more aware of how his hand was almost touching me, considering that I let mine hang near the gearshift. My dress was showing more of my legs, while I was sitting and I could have sworn his eyes were stealing a look or two as he was driving.

Soon we parked near the shop and I managed to get out alone, without falling, before he came to help me out. Again his hand snaked around my waist and the fire inside me lit up again. He was taking me to his place... where his bed was... at night. I tried to push my thoughts away, but all I could think of was his hand and what could he do with it... what I wa