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 his questing tongue. The surprising gentleness of that calloused palm as it cradled my face, for what had to be the thousandth time or more.
Damn.
I’d expected to see him, of course. I’d even expected there to be some residual chemistry. But this…
I moaned as Warren’s hand slid down the flat of my stomach. He undid the button and zipper with all the practice I’d given him when we were young, and easily pierced the waistband of my panties.
Holy shit.
This was beyond chemistry. This was fire and heat, a passion that had been boiling inside me — and apparently him, too — since the moment I’d left North Glade behind.
I moaned again into his mouth as his fingers found me, sliding eagerly through my wetness. I was shocked again at how drenched I was, yet at the same time I shouldn’t have been surprised. Warren always knew what buttons to push, what places to kiss. What magical spots on my neck and shoulder elicited a whole flood of enthusiasm, as he dragged his lips downward and began devouring me from ear to shoulder.
“Mmmmm…”
He grunted against my skin, inhaling my scent as his fingers penetrated what would always somewhat belong to him. We’d given ourselves to each other, senior year. And we’d done it here, right in this very spot. The culmination of a sizzling