Free Hoax by Lila Felix Page B

know, will you?”  I got up wearily and yelled out as I took the stairs two at a time.  “I’m going to shower and then I’m cooking for you again.”  I didn’t wait for his answer.  It was probably another groaning innuendo. 
                  When I came back down, the house was empty.  A piece of paper on the counter blew in the wind of the ceiling fan, held down by a coffee cup. I picked it up to read it.
    Went home to shower and change.  Be back soon. 
    A
                  I smiled, folded the note up and slipped it into my pocket.  As I cooked a small dinner for two I wondered why Abel didn’t have a girlfriend, or hung out with his friends or even talked about them much. I also wondered about the comments.  Surely he couldn’t be that attracted to me.  I’ve been the target of a lewd look or two in my lifetime but the heat he turned on me with sideways glances and open stares was something I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to.

Abel
     
                  The girl was amazing.  I’ve never in my life seen someone have so much fun driving a damned lawnmower, but then again she made everything good, made everything fun.  When it started up and she drove it, after riding with me for quite a while, I didn’t have to look at her mouth to know that she was smiling.  That was the great thing about Corinne.  Everything about her could be told by just looking into her eyes.  The way the almond shapes crinkled in the corners closest to her nose.  Sometimes when she thought I was bullshitting her or didn’t believe what I said she blinked and kept her eyes closed a few seconds longer than necessary.  And when she knew for sure that I was full of crap, her left eyebrow would curve upwards almost as if raising its hand in a classroom.  “Teacher, teacher, that Abel kid is bat crap crazy.”
                  And if it was possible, if I was lucky enough for it to be true, the last few times I’ve gotten close to her the brown pools of her eyes darkened slightly, like brewed coffee rippling in a white cup with new emotion.  She looked to the side and tried to hide the heat she felt between us but I saw that glimpse of lust, that moment of seduction.  And in that moment, our relationship evolved, changed from a purely innocent dating scenario to something a whole lot more edgy.  My gaze on her changed from the initial doe eyed infatuation to a burning glare more lust than crush, more desire than I ever expected to have to contain.  It was unnerving and addictive at once.
                  So that’s when my mouth decided to release some of this newfound attraction with words.  I walked in after her and not because I watched her while I stalked through the backyard while she removed her shoes and socks at the backdoor while bending over.  No, it had nothing to do with that.  I closed the door and had no choice but to take in the scene before me.  She lay face down on the shiny wood floors.  I’m sure she had some motive other than torturing me but I couldn’t figure one out. 
                  And here she was sprawled out on the floor moaning and sighing every time she turned her face one side or the other.   I wanted to pull her up by the belt loops of her pants and tell her to never ever do that again in front of any specimen of the male species, again, ever, never. 
                  “What I wouldn’t give to be that floor right now.” I grumbled to myself and simultaneously I saw her hands clench into fists.  There’s no way she heard that. 
                  I walked around her, so tempted to flop down on the floor next to her, got a bottle of water and washed my hands in the sink.  She said something about getting a cold shower and eating dinner.  I needed a shower too but I didn’t restock my truck with extra clothes.  She made her way up the stairs and I took my cue to high tail it out