looked over at my handsome ex, admiring all the things that had made him attractive in the first place. The years had agreed with him. Rather than age him, they’d made him stronger, more mature. It made him sexier, if anything.
“I guess nothing stays the same, does it?”
His knuckles went white as he turned the wheel again, guiding us through the far side of town. A warmth stole over me, and I started remembering what it was like to kiss him. To just slide my arms over his shoulders, and recall the feel of those calloused hands on my body.
“Is that the drive-in?” I squinted.
“It was.”
The big marquee eventually emerged, through the sheets of rain and the slicing of wiper-blades. The old sign was broken and empty. Shrouded in darkness.
“Shit,” I breathed. “I mean, I figured that at least would be able to—”
“Business dropped off not long after you left,” Warren cut in. “The place lasted a few more years, maybe three or four, and then they built a giant multiplex with stadium seating about ten minutes outside of town.”
I lowered my head sadly. “That sucks.”
“Yeah. Netflix and movie-streaming were hurting it bad enough, but the multiplex was the nail in the coffin.”
He turned again, this time into the old drive-in. The little ticket booth was empty, the gate long-since snapped off. We rolled past it and continued onward, the muscle car plunging into the darkness. Bits of gravel and debris were strewn everywhere. Grass grew from a thousand cracks in the asphalt.
“Where are we—”
Warren rolled forward in answer, past the partially-collapsed remains of what would’ve been the concessions building. The nose of the car rose and fell as he cruised through the parking spots, growing closer and closer to what I knew loomed ahead: the giant, shattered screen.
“Damn.”
The movie screen loomed over the parking field, staring down as if hurt or even betrayed. The rain obscured almost everything. It was coming down even harder, as we finally rolled to a stop.
“So what are we seeing?” I joked, turning the knob that I remembered would bring up the heat.
“Something old,” said Warren.
I raised an eyebrow. “A repeat, huh?”
“Exactly.”
He was sitting back now, in a seat that was practically molded to his body. The car was in park. The wipers were off but the engine was on. It thrummed silently beneath us, as the vents began providing a warm, comforting heat.
“Do you know where we are?” he asked.
He smiled, and my body remembered that smile. Or to be more accurate, certain parts of my body sure did.
“Yes,” I admitted. “We’re in our spot.”
He looked left, through the window, then back at me. “Pretty close I think, yeah. Hard to tell with the lines so faded.”
“It’s cute,” I sighed, settling back. “Not creepy at all.”
He grinned, displaying a full row of beautiful white teeth. His eyeteeth were a little longer than most, and I remembered thinking that was sexy about him. I was definitely right.
“Do you remember what happened in this spot?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, poking him. “You took my innocence.”
He chuckled gruffly. “And who’s to say you didn’t take mine?”
“I did,” I shrugged. “Twice actually, if I remember correctly.”
He stretched, and the muscles in his arm flexed. They were huge now. And there seemed to be more of them.
“Almost three,” he nodded. “If only the damn movie hadn’t ended.”
I sighed, remembering the glory of that night. How perfect it all had been. How much it had meant to us, at the time.
“I wouldn’t have minded three,” I told him, letting my eyes wander his body a little. His shirt was tight. His jeans even tighter. “Should’ve gone for the double-feature.”
I was dimly aware of the radio playing in the background, which at some point he must’ve turned on. The song switched to something cool, something older. Something from our time.
“So why’d you bring me back here?” I asked, point blank.
For a second or two, there was nothing but silence. My heart beat faster, until it raced in rhythm to the patter of droplets against the Chevelle’s metal roof.
“I brought you back here…” Warren said softly, leaning slowly forward until our faces grew close. Our eyes locked. Our lips, as if remembering each other, seemed drawn together by some magnetic force.
“So I could do this…”
Three
KAYLA
The kiss was slow, hot, thunderous. Full of intensity and heat… and also, promise.
Ohhhhh….
It blew my mind, how incredible it was to be touched by him again. To feel the heat of his mouth, the confidence of