They pulled into the driveway. “This place is awesome,” Andrew said.
“Yeah,” Becca said. “It really is.” She took a moment to take it all in again. The smell of flowers in the warm air. She started to walk the path out to the back yard flipping her shoes into the front. The stones and moss under her feet, he laughed at her.
“What?” she asked, full knowing he was laughing at her bare feet. “You’re just jealous,” she said. “You know, you can take off your own shoes too, as fancy as they are though, you’ll need to be more careful than I was.”
“Oh yeah?” he mocked. But he reached down and slipped off each one followed by his socks. He rolled up his pant legs. He chased after Becca as she ran down to the pond out back.
Becca didn’t miss a beat. She pulled off her shirt and stumbled out of her pants. Then her feet hit the deck and she kept going, jumping off the end into the cold water.
Andrew stopped at the edge. “You are crazy,” he said.
“You know it,” she responded. “Holy crap, I forgot how cold this is.” The natural springs kept the water cool but also clean. She made her way back to the deck and climbed up. He sat next to her as they dangled their feet into the water together.
She looked up at him. “I missed you a little bit,” she admitted.
“I missed you too,” he said. He leaned in and kissed her, wiping the water back from her cheeks.
He paused and placed his forehead on hers. Her heart danced in her chest. Time seemed to stand still. Without a word, he stood and held his hand out to hers, which she took. They walked silently, leaving her clothes to decorate the yard.
The front door was open and a breeze hit them as they stepped inside. “Wow,” he said as he looked around the room. He started walking around to look at the little pieces Aunt Jo had decorating the space.
She smiled and watched him inspect it all.
“Do you hear that?” he asked.
She pulled herself back from her fairy tale to the real world. Listening intently, she did hear scratching. “It sounds like it’s coming from the library,” she said. She slowly walked towards the closed door working to listen intently all the way. She turned the handle and pushed the door open scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary.
The room looked the same, except for the plant that was tipped over by the front window. “It was probably the stupid cat,” Becca said as she walked over and lifted the pot. The sunlight poured through the window and when she stood, Andrew was there.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close. She felt the warmth of his body against hers and welcomed his soft tongue inside her mouth. The vibrations he sent flowed down her body and she knew she wouldn’t survive this moment.
He slowly reached down and around to pull her thighs up onto him, his muscles under his dress shirt pushed against the seams. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her onto the desk.
It didn’t take much time for him to pull her panties to her feet and off onto the floor. He pushed his hands into her inner thighs to open them further. She went at the buttons on his shirt, getting a few of the top undone before he grabbed it from behind and pulled it over his head, revealing a white shirt against his black skin. She lifted it and he removed that, throwing it on the floor next to them. She put her hands against his chest. Hard and strong. She was ready, but wanted one moment to take it all in. She knew the memory would be one to keep so she sipped it up as long as she could stand it. Or maybe as long as he could stand it.
The look in his eyes was inviting and he pushed himself closer. His body pressed against hers pushing her back onto the desk. She let herself get lost in it all.
Becca picked her clothes up off the grass as Andrew walked beside her. “I suppose I better get you back to your car,” he said.
“Yeah, and before Jenny gets here probably,” she said. “I just don’t want to deal with that.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“I’ll tell her eventually,” she said. “I really don’t think dad will care like she says.”
Andrew shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I can’t tell with him. He confuses me. Sometimes he’s fine with stuff and other times he freaks out.”
“He is a little moody,” she said.
She carried her clothes into the front door and tossed them by the stairs, having chosen different clothes after their romp took them from the desk to upstairs.
She heard the scratching sound again and noticed they had left the door to the library open. Andrew went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Do you want anything?” she heard him yell from the kitchen.
“No,” she replied as she walked into the library again. “I’m good.”
Again the cat had knocked over the plant. She must have run out already. The room looked otherwise undisturbed. That was until she turned to leave again. There were marks along the doorway behind the door. They didn’t look fresh to her but it was odd and she couldn’t remember having seen them earlier, neither when she went in that room for the first time, nor when they had been there only moments ago.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he appeared in front of her.
“Yeah,” she said. “Look at this though.”
He walked around to get a better look. “Weird,” he said. “I could probably fix that for you.” He reached up and touched at the wood. “Whoa.”
“Feel it,” he said. “It’s hot.”
Becca touched the jagged wood expecting the warmth from the sun to have heated it, but what she felt was as hot as a pan on the stove.
“Ummmm,” she pulled her hand back. “Do you think there’s pipes behind there or something.”
“It’s a door frame,” he said. “I don’t think so.”