It's our week for spring break and I've thought about calling Nick, but every time I dial his number, that's all I do, I always hang up. Sometimes I just hold the phone in my hands and it never makes it to my ear.
But, one день my little Volkswagen breaks down and since dad doesn't know anything about automobiles, we have to take it Luy's Магазин - the place Nick works.
I drive our old Chevy, towing my bug to Luy's with Dad and he unhitches it when we get there.
"Grace, I gotta get to work, maybe Nick can bring Ты home," dad says, looking tentifully at the гараж part of the shop.
"But dad, what if he has something better to do than take me home?" I try.
"Well, let's ask him," we walk up to the office door and before entering, Nick prances out of the гараж door.
I would have hugged him, but that would have lead onto suspicion from dad.
"Hey, what can I do for Ты guys?" he asks, smiling over at me. I look at dad, who's clearly in la la land.
"Uhm... The bugs broke down and dad has to go to work, he was wondering if Ты can take me Главная after your shift."
"The bug I can do, probably an easy fix, but taking Ты home, we'll have to have a good trade," he says, smiling at me with the same look he had the день we had sex.
I look down at the ground, then over to dad, who's still spaced. I bit my lip and nod quickly, my cheeks burning.
"Hey dad, Ты can go, Nick obliged to your idea," I say, tugging at his sleeve like a toddler would.
He shakes his head and looks at me; "Oh, okay, thanks Nick. See Ты at home, Grace," he says.
Nick waits until my dad is out of vision to pull me into his arms. He closes his eyes and puts his lips to my ear; "I would Kiss you, but the guys are watching. They don't know about us."
"S'okay." I say to him.
He pulls me away from him and walks us to the garage.
"Hey guys," he says and four dirty men in their twenties look up in iusion. "This is Grace. She's going to be sitting in today. She's just a kid so don't swear."
"Why no swearing?" I ask.
"Yeah, why no swearing?" the biggest one asks.
"How old are Ты then?" the blonde one asks.
"Definitely don't look like a kid," the brunette one says, eyeing me up and down.
"She's sixteen, just a baby, okay?"
"About as old Ты were when Ты started working here," the last one says.
"Shut up and get her bug in the garage," he says, like he's the boss man. He pulls me through the lobby part of the Магазин where a chubby, blonde lady is sitting behind the front desk. She's probably their accountant или something. I wave hello to her and she just smirks like I'm bothering her. Nick leads me to a white door that he has to open with a key and closes the door behind us. He flips the light switch on and I realize this is a cleaning supply closet. He leans against the door, being all the other walls are lined with shelves and holds both my hands, peering into my eyes.
"Why didn't Ты call me?" he whispers.
"I didn't know when the right time would be to call," I lie.
"Well, I have a cell phone that's with me at all times and Lexi doesn't know about it."
"I guess I'll have to get that number, won't I?" I slip into his charm.
I let my body weight fall on him and he pulls my face up to his to push his lips to mine. He quickly let's go and his eyes peer back into mine.
"This isn't the place to be doing this, is it?" he asks.
I think for a second, actually wanting to continue but knowing it's not right; "No, we should wait," I mumble. He kisses me again and then we walk back out into the garage, passing the blonde lady. This time, she doesn't even look up from her computer screen.

"Just what do Ты think is wrong with it?" I ask Nick.
He rolls out from under my little bug; when I see his face, my сердце lights up and I smile at him.
“Your still wearing my jacket,” he says, just noticing it. I look down at my sleeved arm and run my thumb across the cuff.
“Yeah,” I say, not knowing what else to say.
“You look cute in it,” he says.
I look around the гараж and none of the guys are there, I wonder where they went. I mean, there’s only the one гараж and like four cars in here to get fixed.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, ignoring his nice comment.
“Rick and Tony went to test drive a guys Toyota and the other dimwits went home. I didn’t need them here,” he tells me, smiling.
“So are Ты the boss man или what?” I ask.
“Do Ты really think any of those idiots are capable of telling each other what to do? Other than saying ‘shove it up your…” he thinks, so he won’t break his own rules, “ 'butt and do it yourself.' So I had to take charge."
“You know, Ты really don’t have to hold out on the cussing. I don’t mind it,” I say.
He stands up from the creeper and walks over to where I'm patiently sitting and takes a kneel down in front of me.
"I want your innocence to still be in you," he tells me, as he lifts his hand up to my face. "I don't want every other word coming from Ты to be the f word или s word, like all the other kids these days."
I think of how not cussing can save a girl's innocence who's already had her virginity taken away. And this coming from the guy who took it.
Since I don't say anything, he goes on, "And for my sake too, I do need to stop swearing. It's bad for me and the people I'm around," he says, administrating that to me. "Just do it for my sake, please?" he asks, and with him kneeling on the ground, it's as if he was begging.
"Okay," I say, again, thinking that's the only response I can give.
He takes his hand away from my face and stands up, pulling me with him. He goes around the shop, shutting off all the lights and then into the office area. Really I don't know how they even manage to stay open if there's never any people waiting to get their car serviced, but I just keep that comment, like every other one, to myself.
"Hey, Nina. Ты can go ahead and shut off. Let's just call it a день yeah? And come back early in the morning to rekindle," he orders, like a Alpha dog.
The look she gives him, so much еще sincere than the one she just got finished giving me; Almost like there was some sort of Любовь in her look. Yeah, that's all Nick needs, another chick falling all over him.
"Yes sir, boss sir," she says, taking her шлем, головной убор off her static blonde head. "What time for in the morning?" Nick had already left my side and was now turning off the coffee machine and stacking chairs on tables in a furry. I don't know if I should help him, but then agreed that I'd be in his way.
"I'm thinking seven a.m." he yells, "Oh and Nina!"
"Yes!" she answers, eagerly, as if she we're being rewarded a bone, "Could Ты stay here until Brent and Josh come back, make sure they go Главная and that man's Toyota get's safely put away?" he says, returning back to my side and lowering his voice.
"Will do, I did have to finish up some of the Книги anyways," she lies.
"What a dear," he says, "your the best," and that's as if it put the icing on the cake for her.
He takes my hand and pulls me towards the door entrance, before we step off onto the sidewalk he asks Nina if she can lock up. I wouldn't trust her to lock up anything, if it be a door или a lock box, I wouldn't trust her with that kind of safety.
"Sure can do, sir," she says, smiling a crooked tooth grin.
"Thanks Nina!" he calls out as he leads me to his little Purple Saturn. He opens my door like a gentlemen and rushes around to his side.
"What are we doing?" I ask, perturbed.
"I'm gonna take Ты on a date," he says, matter-of-factly, turning on the car.
I buckle my сиденье, место, сиденья belt, only because he looks like he's gonna drive a bad of hell out of here.
"But your married!" I say.
"Are Ты gonna bring that up every time we're together?" he asks, pulling out of the drive.
I don't say anything and hope, quietly he's not mad.
"Okay, so maybe not a real date, but it'll be special," he assures me.
"What do Ты mean 'not a real date'?" I ask, curious.
"Well, we'll go to my house, order pizza..." he trails, pulling my hand into his.
"Is your wife ever home?" I ask, still curious.
"She always thinks that poor little baby is sick, I feel sorry for the thing ... So she took her to линкольн again to get her checked out, shouldn't be Главная till tomorrow afternoon since she's staying the night with her parents," he informs me.
"My aunts like that, always thinks she's sick and runs to the doctor cause she can't pee или something. Drives me crazy, I don't know how people can be like that,"
"Yeah, well, that just means we have еще time together," he looks over at me.
I'm really happy Nick is finally in my life, other than just another aicantance. But is this really the right way to be? Sneaking around parents’ requests, him going behind his commitment to Lexi - no matter how much I dislike her. It's not right ... but when I'm with him, when I was curled up in his arms for that short period of time, if felt right; I felt happy, for once.
He stops the car in front, smartly avoided driving by our house, instead taking the long route around. We get out and he unlocks the front door. I feel weird about this again, seeing all the diapers and pacifier everywhere, makes me feel uneasy. He throws his keys on the counter and shreds his work рубашка off and into the hamper it goes. Now all he's wearing is dirty, oil stained jeans and a wife beater.
"You can sit down, Grace, make yourself at home," he says, looking over at my nervous stance.
"Oh, um, okay," I sit down where I sat before; where we made out the last time I was here.
He leaves the living room and I hear him talking to someone, then he comes back with no shoes on.
"Okay, all right," and pushes the off button. "Pizza will be here in thirty minutes," he tells me.
I nod my head like it's really important, then he sits down Далее to me, our legs touching.
I don't know why I'm being such a кислый puss. I'm the one who's wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on Nick. I'm the one who's in Любовь with him, really truthfully, one hundred and ten percent in Любовь with him. I try to lighten my mood and sound happy and cheerful when I respond to him.
"You like pizza, I hope," he whispers, his body moving closer to mine. I don't pull away, probably like I should but yet, lean into him.
"Yeah, I ... I like pizza," I say, with our lips just centimeters apart and his breath paralyzing my thoughts.
"Good," he says and I watch his eyes close and feel his lips close that small Космос from mine.
Поцелуи him is the best thing I've ever done; it makes me feel like a princess, no matter how corny that sounds, it's true. I've only kissed one other boy before, but god that was terrible, nothing compared to Nick.
I lie down on the диван, мягкий уголок and he follows suit right on вверх of me. With my right leg bent up and the other leg lying over the edge, Nick trails his hand down my face onto my neck and kisses my воротник bone, until the beginning of his hoodie on my body, interferes with his lips. He raises his head and our eyes lock for mere секунды then he looks back to my chest and slowly unzips the hoodie all the way down. His lips find mine again, after he's pulled the hoodie off completely and thrown it carelessly on the floor.
I Kiss his lips with sensual tension, pulling on them, harshly and when he notices my impatient actions, he breaks the make out session and sits back up. I sit up too after I notice he's not going to lie back down. I don't meet his gaze as I sit there ashamed to want him like that, once again.
"You are just a baby," he whispers, randomly.
"I'm only three years younger than you," I argue with a smile.
"Oh but still, your a little babe," I didn't know if that meant like a baby или еще of his baby, and frankly, I didn't care, I just wanted his lips on mine.
I put my hand on his hand and lean my face into his. I Kiss him once, twice and then I push him backwards onto the диван, мягкий уголок and crawl on вверх of him. I continue to Kiss his mouth and find the hem of his jeans. The unbuttoning and unzipping is the easy part, getting them off his legs, is the harder part. I can feel him smile into the Kiss as he helps me pull down his pants.
We’ve really gotten into the Поцелуи when I hear the door колокол, колокольчик, белл ring. Nick continued to Kiss me violently so I pulled away from him;
“Pizza’s here,” I simply said, sad because I enjoyed the taste of him.
He sits up, “Hmh, why didn’t I hear it?” he asks, sarcastically.
“I don’t know why,” I whisper, almost with the same sarcastic tone as him.
He untangles the pants from his legs and walks loudly to the front door, his bare feet slapping the linoleum. As he walked, all I saw was his butt. As perverted as that sounds, it’s also true. God, did he have a nice butt. He comes back with a пицца slice in his mouth and the box in his other hand. He throws it on the coffee таблица in front of me and sits back down right Далее to me.
“Wanna bite?” he asks, pulling the пицца out of his mouth.
I look at him with one eyebrow raised and he mimics me with his other eyebrow raised.
“C’mon. Ты know Ты want a bite,” he says, trying to stick the пицца in my mouth. I try resisting him but I have to cave and bite a piece off.
“There, happy?” I ask, talking with a mouthful.
“No,” he says with a pitiful face, as he throws the пицца down on the coffee таблица and moves closer to me until his lips are back on mine. We stay Поцелуи back and forth for a few минуты until he has the indecency to break away from me. I wait patiently for an explanation, “Okay, now I’m a little happier,” he tells me.
“Well, I’m not!” I whine, pulling his neck with my hands so I don’t have to lean too far into him to place my lips on his.
I fall back on the диван, мягкий уголок with him on вверх of me and our lips get drenched in each other’s spit. His hands wander up to my chest and then back down to the hem of my pants. His lips slip down to my neck again and then he pulls back and trails his finger down my the zipper of my pants. He doesn't look at me for fear of being intimidated.
I shiver from his touch and then freeze as he slowly pulls down my zipper. He stands up and pulls my shoes off, then each pant leg, one leg at a time. He lays back down on вверх of me, with his legs spread, but before we start Поцелуи again, I push him up with one finger and stand up with him.
"What are Ты doing?" he asks, closing his eyes.
"Shh," I say, putting one finger on his lips and pulling him toward the guest room. He quickly grabs the пицца box before we leave the room.
I almost pull him down on the bed, but he stops me, by padding my butt and turns around to pull down the sheets. He takes a bite of пицца and then pulls me into the постель, кровати and we start kissing. I have to break it, then I start laughing;
"What's so funny, Grace?" he asks, caressing my back.
"Your lips taste like pizza," I laugh.
"Oh yeah," he says, laughing with me and reaching around to the side таблица and bringing back a new piece of pizza. "Take a bite, Gracie. I want to know what пицца taste like from another person's lips," he says, oddly seductive.
I eat the entire piece of pizza, both of us laughing uncontrollably; I'm surprised I could глотать, ласточка it.
"Okay, now I can Kiss you," he says. Hearing him say that is the best thing I've heard in a long time - and felt, on вверх of that. He kisses me three times and then breaks it and smiles at me. "That's the stuff," he says and rolls me over, Поцелуи my mouth as we go.

Now laying on his chest, wrapped in his arms, our hearts beat in the same rhythm, I start going through my day; It was kinda perfect, actually. With not having to go to school, или deal with my child-like parents, and getting to make sweet, passionate Любовь to Nick, it was 100% perfection. It was better than great, one of the best days in a long time.
"Hey, Nick?" I ask, through a sore mouth.
"Yeah, Gracie?"
I lift my head up and lay my chin on my hands, on his chest so I can stare into his eyes; "You never told me what was wrong with my bug," I say.
He rolls his eyes and sighs; "I really wish Ты wouldn't have asked that," he mumbles.
"Why?" I ask, hurt.
"Because, it's going to take a lot to get Ты to understand it,"
"I'll get it," I try to assure him.
He rolls his eyes again, but with compassion. "There's burnt points in the distributor," he says.
I think about cars, and what little I know about them. I try to decipher what a distributor could possibly be, but after five минуты of silence, I have to admit I don't have a clue to what he's talking about.
"I told you," he says.
"Hey, no pointing fingers," I say, pushing one finger on his chest, then Поцелуи the spot, "But I still don't get it," I say, after a long time Поцелуи his neck.
"Do Ты know what a distributor is?" he asks, all professional.
"No," I say, truthfully.
"A distributor ... it distributes sparks through the wires to the spark plugs, to burn gas, to nock the pistons to turn the crank," he tries.
"What's a piston?"
He laughs, "A piston, is a round cylinder that is connected to the crank shaft that spins and powers the vehicle," he says.
"What's a crank shaft?" I ask.
"Oh, baby ... wow. There's lot to explain to you," he says, "A crank shaft is a long, uneven, steel rod that runs through the engine block and as each piston pushes down, it turns the crank shaft," he says, moving his arms behind me.
"Okay, what's the engine block?" I ask.
He gets that I don't know anything about cars and explains without laughing, this time; "An engine block is the outside of the motor, baby,"
"All right, so in order for the car to run, the distributor sparks have to spark so it'll go through the spark plugs to the piston to the crank shaft and to the engine?" I ask, counting each one off on my fingers.
He thinks for a second, purse's his lips and nods his head with a smile and kisses my mouth, "Wow. Impressive," he says, shockingly.
"See," I say in a baby voice, "I'm not that dumb,"
"Well I knew that Grace, I know how smart Ты are, just not with cars. You'd beat my ass..." he bites his bottom lip and smiles nervously, "butt, at anything school related."
"I bet you’re not all that stupid," I tell him and lay my head down on his chest. He trails his hand up my bare back to the back of my head and runs his fingers through my hair.
I Переместить my hand down his other arm to his fingers and trace them up and down. We don't say anything, but he entangles his fingers in mine and kisses the вверх of my head.