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Definitely, Maybe in Love(37)

By:Ophelia London

"No?" he mouthed when I shot him a look. He groaned in frustration then  unbuckled his seat belt and lean forward between the two front seats so  he could check out something on the dashboard. He peered out the  windshield at something else. After a moment, he sat back and buckled  in.

"Less than a quarter tank of gas left," he reported out of the corner of  his mouth. "I happen to know there's a gas station ten minutes away.  I'm sure we'll be stopping to fill up, and they will be busy pumping gas  and bickering. Won't even notice." He lifted a mischievous half smile,  still staring straight ahead. "I suppose I can wait until then."

"Wait to what?"

He turned to me, his expression all business. "Well, Spring, since you  obviously won't let me ravish you now, I'll have to wait till we stop."  Without moving his gaze from me, he nodded out the window. "Once there, I  will peel you from this car, drag you behind the building, and properly  devour you in private for five minutes. Deal?"

My stomach made a weird kind of synchronized flex-and-flip, then melted  like butter on hot toast. Still eyeing me, Henry began drumming his  fingers on his knee impatiently. When his gaze slid to my mouth, that  flipping in my stomach went into overdrive.

Butterflies, I realized. Henry Knightly was giving me butterflies.

"Deal!" I blurted.

"What?" Mel asked, looking back at me.

"Oh, ummpp." I puffed out my cheeks and gave a huge, dramatic shrug, pointing out the window. "I don't- Nothing."

After she returned to Tyler, I released the air from my cheeks.

"You should be an actress," Henry said. "Complete natural."

I pressed my lips together, suppressing a laugh. His fingers were still  tapping his knee. I stared at it, wishing above everything I could touch  him. Well, maybe not above everything. Maybe-

"Do you mind if I change the subject?"                       
       
           



       

I ran a hand across my clammy forehead. "Please."

"That night before the end of semester, when I asked what you wanted out of life, you told me you want to change the world."

"Yes?" I said, tugging my lip, irritated that Tyler was driving so freaking slow.

"What did that mean, exactly?"

"I may have been overshooting that night," I admitted. "Making sure to outdo you."

"Diabolical." Henry grinned.

"But right now, for example, my Local Communities class is setting up a  comprehensive recycling program using Palo Alto as a prototype."  Appreciating this distraction, I crossed my legs and fingered one long  braid. "We're hoping to branch out to San Francisco, maybe get some  national exposure."

"Recycling?" he repeated skeptically.

"Baby steps."

"You know, there's no definitive proof that recycled goods-paper  specifically-is using less finite resources. Your trees are still in  danger." He tapped his chin with his index finger. "I only bring it up  to help you know your facts. That, and on a personal note, there's  always the rise I'll get out of you."

I rolled my eyes. "You love that, don't you?"

"Not to mention the topic of land development in the Great Basin." He grinned. "Did you add that to part nine of your thesis?"

"Oh, um, no." My butterflies were temporarily netted. "I've actually been having a little problem with that section."

Henry looked at me, all teasing gone from his countenance. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"When?" I lifted my brows. "You were gone."

His eyes didn't move from mine. I could see a flicker of confusion in  them at first, then comprehension. And then regret. I felt regret, too.  Or at least a tiny hint of it. Last semester, hadn't I decided that I'd  relied on him too much? Trusted him when I should have been independent?  Because, when he was gone, I felt worse off than before.

"Spring." He leaned over, pressing his shoulder against mine, holding it  there. "We'll work on it together." He lifted a hand and pinched the  bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, I … I don't know your schedule this  semester. Can we meet at the library on the first Thursday we're back?"

"I think I have that evening free."

"Hand me your phone." But he didn't wait, he just grabbed it from the  outside pocket of my purse and tapped in a few words. "It's on your  calendar now. Don't be late."

"I won't, and thank you," I said, a little amazed by how easily I accepted his help again.

For a few seconds, I felt a void between us, a wall, as if we'd reverted  back to platonic student/teacher mode, like last night never happened.

Just as a new kind of regret was about to seize me, he took my hand  under the blanket, then moved it onto my lap. His eyes were smiling, and  I wondered if he could sense the utter relief I felt the moment he  touched me. He flipped my hand over and skimmed his fingers across my  palm, between my fingers, up my wrist, tracing a circle.

"We'll meet on the top floor of the Meyer," he said, sandwiching our  palms together, trapping heat. When our eyes met, he gave my hand a  squeeze. "There's a study room behind the stacks. It's the only one that  has a lock." He cocked an eyebrow. "Think about it."

"It's a date," I said.

"Wear that T-shirt from our food fight." His eyes gave me a quick up-down. "Dead sexy."

When I inhaled, every molecule of incoming oxygen was tied to that  clean, spicy, manly smell, his scent that I'd been breathing in for the  past twelve hours.

"T-ten minutes to that gas station, you say?"

"More like two now," he corrected after a glance out the window.

"We're stopping to fill up," Tyler announced.

I shot a glance at Henry. He smirked charmingly.

The car slowed, and we idled, waiting to turn left into a small Chevron  station. There were no other cars pumping gas. Tyler was instructing Mel  on what exact snacks he wanted from the mini-mart, then he turned his  head to us, asking what we wanted. Henry and I declined, almost in  unison. Tyler also announced that both he and Mel would be using the  "facilities" first, and we'd have to wait our turn. He added that we  might want to wander around because he was going to fill the tires, too.

The plan was flawless. I pulled on my lip and stared out the window, my  mouth a combination of cotton-dry and salivating. I wondered if I would  be able to wait until we were behind the gas station like Henry planned.                       
       
           



       

After approximately one million years, the car finally pulled up next to  the gas pump. Tyler grabbed his wallet from the visor and climbed out  of the car. He opened Henry's door, expecting that we would be getting  out. Tyler headed toward the store.

Mel was fussing with her seat belt. Taking way too long.

My heart pounded behind my ears.

"You guys staying here?" she asked without turning around.

Henry's fingers wrapped around my hand as he answered Mel that we were  staying. Mel climbed out and was about to close her door when Henry  called out, "Would you mind picking up two bottles of water?"

Mel was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eyes. Without missing a beat, she nodded and shut the door.

"Preemptive measures," he explained. "I plan on dehydrating you this time. Even things up."

"You think of everything."

He leaned toward me, a pouncing mountain lion look in his eyes. It was  all I could do to hold up one finger to stop him. Over his shoulder, my  eyes followed her. I could count the seconds in my head, the number of  steps it would take until both Mel and Tyler were inside the store. My  calculations gave us six seconds more.

Henry was on me in three.

What took him so long?





Chapter 25

"Mel said she'd be downstairs any second."

"Yeah, right." Tyler chuckled. We both knew it would be more like hours.

After returning from the kitchen, he sat on the couch and grabbed a  Sports Illustrated, while I was cross-legged on the floor at the coffee  table, attempting to skim a chapter in my Women of the Twentieth Century  textbook.

Grueling.

I'd planned on napping on our two-hour drive back to Vancouver, but Henry's little pit stop made that entirely impossible …

"I missed you," he'd said the second Mel and Tyler were inside the  mini-mart. A bit too preoccupied with his neck to notice, not until my  feet hit the ground did I realize that Henry had actually picked me up  in his arms, carried me out of the car and around to the back of the gas  station.

We'd used every second of those five minutes: Henry backing me up and  pinning my hands against the stucco building. Henry holding me still  then running his mouth up and down my neck until my knees gave way.  Henry intertwining his fingers with mine. Despite all the kissing that  had gone on the night before, the simple, certain gesture of  repositioning his grip so he could weave his fingers between mine felt  hugely intimate.