Free Guarded Hearts by L.A. Corvill

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    I grab my light blazer since I didn’t know how long we will be out. I know we both have an early class tomorrow, but I am not going to let that cut our night short if we end up having a good time. I grab my wristlet and stuff my credit card, lip gloss, ID and $20 cab money into it just in case I had dreamt the whole chemistry thing going on and I need an escape route.
    I hear the door-bell ring and I rush downstairs to get it.
    “Someone has a hot date?” Samantha asks with a smirk. She is one of my sisters, a third year S.O.S. She also holds a chair on the S.O.S directive board.
    “Hope so,” I tell her as I pass her to open the door. And there he stands, all sexy and shit. He is wearing a white tee with a black leather jacket and loose jeans with some timberlands, all very James Dean-esque. I just want to drag my fingers through his silky hair. I must have zoned out for a minute, because he looks at me questioningly.
    “Sorry, what?” I ask him.
    “I asked if you are ready.”
    “Oh, yes,” I say stepping out and closing the door behind me. He doesn’t move back as I expected, and I can smell him; all minty fresh, but still manly. I lock eyes with him. I can see his grey eyes become stormy. I think my new favorite season just became winter, because the dark grey sky will always make me remember Nix’s beautiful eyes. I bite my lip as I look into his eyes, and I see him lean in closer to me. Is he going to kiss me?
    Then I feel his lips on mine as he gently tugs on my bottom lip. He sucks on it for a split second before he releases it to claim my mouth for a deeper kiss. I am in heaven. And I thought I was bold. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to run my fingers through his hair, something that I have been dying to do since I laid eyes on him. He slowly stops kissing me and steps back a bit. His hands are still around my waist and my own are around his neck, playing with his hair.
    “Okay, isn’t the kiss supposed to be at the end of the night?” I manage breathlessly.
    “Yeah, but I needed to get that out of the way since it’s all I could think about,” he whispers back.
    He moves back a bit and I withdraw my hands from around his neck, running them slowly down his body before I break all contact with him. He grabs my hand and gently squeezes it before he turns and starts to walk to his Challenger. He opens my door and helps me get in. I see him go around the front to get into the driver side. I take this quick moment to calm my beating heart.
    “So where are we going?” I ask again, knowing he will not tell me.
    “Just wait and you will find out,” he responds as he turns the car on and speeds out on to the street.
    I still feel nervous, but I also feel comfortable being with Nix. In a strange way the silence that encloses the car doesn’t unsettle me. Many people feel awkward with silence, but I feel that my moth-sized butterflies have calmed down. What is it about this guy that makes me feel things that I never thought possible? Why, after all these years, has my heart decided to beat a bit faster than usual? I wonder if he feels the same thing as I stare at his beautiful profile as he maneuvers the car onto the highway.
    Wait, highway?
    “Um, are we going somewhere far, Nix?” I ask again, because we live in a pretty small town, and everything is within reach.
    “Just relax, enjoy the ride, and tell me little bit about you,” he says with a faraway look.
    “Okay. So ask me the questions that you would like me to answer,” I tell him.
    “Aren’t we too agreeable for a girl that’s used to giving orders?”
    “Yeah, don’t get too excited. It’s only me trying to give a good impression. I don’t do this often, so take advantage, buddy.”
    “Believe me, Olivia, I already have a good impression of you,” he says as he runs his gaze down my body. The car just got warmer. I feel his eyes on every inch of my body, making it tingle just like he can and has done for that