Free Kissing In Cars by Sara Ney

mint...
    He is so close that as my eyes scan his face, I notice a small scar in the corner of his left eyebrow... one on the bridge of his nose... another on his chin. Stubble darkens his jaw; instinctively my hands want to cradle the hard lines of his face. He's making me want push him up against the light post and maul him. In a parking lot.
    I inhale. He smells like soap and after shave.
    Weston cocks his eyebrow and chews on his lower lip in thought. I see the wheels turning in his head. "Okay. What are the walls surrounding the ice rink called?"
    I roll my eyes and look off into the distance. "Pfft. Please, don't insult me. They're called the boards."
    He gives an undignified snort. "All right, that was beginners luck. Anyone could've gotten that one."
    "Beginners luck? Really, Weston?" I sass him. "If you're going to discount my answer, then why did you ask?"
    He eyes roam my face and land on my lips as he says, "Change on the fly."
    My legs are a little wobbly now, like jelly, but I manage to roll my eyes again and sigh. "Substituting a player during the game." Is that my voice shaking? I can't tell but I pray that it's not.
    We stay this way, Weston hovering over me, his large capable hands framing my head on the cold metal of my car. The only sound between us is our labored breathing. It's like he can't make his mind up about whether to go all the way or pull back. And I ...have never wanted a kiss so bad in my entire life.
    But something is holding him back and his face backs away slowly.
    Finally, Weston whispers "Damn."
    Yeah, exactly.
    Damn.
     

 
    Chapter Eight
    MOLLY
    "Shut. Up. You can quote me on that." - Jenna
     
    "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute - start over. Are you telling me Weston McGrath sat and ate a meal with you? And you didn't pass out and die? OMG I would have choked and died right there on the spot. Fainted dead away." Jenna is sitting at my desk, straddling the chair and staring holes into me with her intensity. On my way home from dinner, she was my first phone call as I left the parking lot.
    And, of course, she insisted on coming straight over.
    She pounced on me as soon as I walked into the house, and hasn't stopped talking since.
    I shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny (I'm not good with all the attention on me). "Well I almost did, so what does that tell you."
    "Okay, so you're sitting there enjoying your noodles, when....." Jenna doesn't let up, waving her hand in the air in a way that means 'go on.' She wants me to relive every detail. Over and over. Honestly, I've told her all this already.
    Every... wonderful... delicious... detail.
    But being the good friend that I am, I indulge her.
    Again.
    "So. I'm sitting there and when I look up, there he is ."
    "Shut up."
    " Yes ." (Very dramatic. She is loving this.) "Then he walks over and asks if he can sit down. He said, and I quote 'Mind if I keep you company?' And who am I to deny him?"
    "As if you would!"
    "So then I forgot I had my iPod on -"
    "Was he a jerk?" Jenna interrupts, leaning forward, tipping the chair up on its front legs. I bite my lip and gaze at it nervously. She is so going to fall, or the chair legs are going to break off.
    "No. He was..." Dreamy . "Nice. It was pleasant."
    "Ew. Nice is boring. Was he coming on to you? Did he flirt?"
    "Nice isn't boring, Jenna. We had fun." Actually, I wanted to climb into his lap.
    "You know what Molly? I live for this shit. The least you can do is humor me for crying out loud. Give me something ! Anything! Don't use words like 'nice' and 'fun!" She throws her arms in the air, exasperated.
    My phone beeps.
    Picking it up, a number pops up onto my screen that I don't recognize, but I immediately know who it's from.
    I think my heart just stopped.
    212-555-9083: are you coming to my game this week?
    How on earth did Weston get my number!? I look up at Jenna, who is staring at me expectantly.
    I swallow hard.
    "Why do you look like you just crapped your pants?" she asks