My stomach flutters and I don’t know why. I try to ignore it, but it won’t stop. “That you drive Orange Julius.”
He laughs, tilting his head back and forth—only making him all the sexier. And in this moment, right here, watching this beautiful man, I can tell that he’s a free spirit, very much like my best friend. I can see why River, Dahlia, and Jagger, get along so well. They are all so much alike. I’m definitely the odd man out.
“Orange Julius?” he questions.
“That was what they named the car like yours in The Fast and the Furious once it got a makeover.”
“How do you know that?” he asks still laughing.
“I have a thing for those movies and happened to read a number of articles about the cars.”
“I’m sorry. But that is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while. I love that name. Do the other cars have names?”
“What’s so funny?” River calls from the door.
Jagger holds his stomach. “My need for speed.” He guffaws.
River raises a brow.
“Nothing, nothing,” he says. “What are you two up to in there?”
“Dahlia’s hand is throbbing so I gave her some Tylenol and she’s sitting at the counter willing the pills to be absorbed through osmosis.”
“I was just going in to say goodbye. I’ll see what I can do.” I hurry past Jagger as I feel the heat rising up my throat, but this time it’s not from anger.
Once I’ve convinced Dahlia that she can’t break apart capsules and she’s going to have to put on her big girl panties and swallow them whole, I say my goodbyes to her and River and leave them near the sink, where she’s waiting to see if she’s going to throw up from swallowing the pills. It’s not that I’m heartless, but I lived with her for four years—I’ve experienced her phobia of pill swallowing many times and I’m confident she’ll be fine.
Jagger walks me to the door, opening it and ushering me forward. For the first time all night I notice his eyes scanning my silhouette and my heart pitter-patters. I spin around, stopping a little too close, and attempt to extend my arm. “Jagger Kennedy, it was a pleasure meeting you.”
He takes my hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it. “Alice, I assure you the pleasure was all mine.”
The tilt of his head, the look in his eyes, the feel of his lips on my skin—it all makes my stomach flutter and I can’t stop the wide grin from spreading across my face. A buzzing hums within me and I think it’s my heart beating way too fast. I clutch the railing and take the steps cautiously, slowly. I get to my car and notice the oil slick is gone. When I turn around to ask about it, he’s not there. I click my key fob and just as I’m about to open my door, he calls from the top of the stairs. “Alice, wait, you forgot something.” He strides down the stairs and extends his left arm, handing me a brown lunch bag. I realize he must be a lefty like me.
“Do I want to know what’s in it?”
He’s standing close enough that I can smell him, and he smells like lavender and sage. It’s better than anything I’ve ever smelled.
I am rewarded with his bright white smile. “How about you open it when you get home and tell me if you do?”
I nod. He doesn’t move away. He’s standing so close. Moments of silence pass until he steps back and opens my door for me. Once I’m settled in my seat he hands me my seat belt and I buckle myself in. He steps back and shoves his hands in his pockets and I notice he’s biting his lip. I also realize I’m doing the same. With the car in reverse, I roll my window down and point to his car in front of me. “I really do think your car is cool.”
The lights from the driveway hit him, highlighting his good looks, but my gaze is drawn to his eyes. “What?” I ask, catching his stare. His head drops, but his eyes lift. The look can only be described as hot. And I never, ever, call a guy hot. Well, on occasion I have, but only when I’ve been drinking.
“For a sixteen year old. You forgot to say I think your car is cool for a sixteen year old.”
“No, I didn’t forget. It really is just cool.”
I start to roll my window up and he steps forward. “Aerie, wait. I completely forgot why I was so excited to meet you.” And I don’t fail to notice it’s the first time he’s used my real name all night.
“Oh, that’s right. River did say that.”
He leans down and braces his hands on the door. Again he is so close. I can smell his unbelievable scent. I can see how his dark hair shines in the moonlight. I notice the fullness of his lips—I could kiss him if I wanted.
“Do you think I could take you out to lunch tomorrow? Later next month I’ll be auditioning for the role of your uncle in the movie No Led Zeppelin and I’d love to pick your brain.”
And just like that my stomach somersaults. But this time it’s not fluttering, it’s falling.