The Story of Hallie by Abigail Road
Photographs by author featuring Ashely Bielski
Excerpt from "The Story of Hallie."
Her beautiful body slips out the door and quietly shuts it. Hallie’s wavy hair flips over her shoulder as she gives me a wicked grin and wink. I shake my head. Damn, I love her.
She tip toes across her lawn in a sequined silver tank top and ripped jean shorts. Her fingernails barely reach the loose threads on her shorts and she fiddles with them-something only a thing like I would notice.
She just cut those today. They were jeans. Her parents must regulate some of her outfits. The shorts aren’t even real short. Of course, they make the hairs on my neck stand, but any piece of Hallie’s skin has the same effect even if it’s a short sleeve shirt or kapri pants.
It could be considered pitiful how attracted to her I truly am.
She slips in my car and kisses my cheek immediately. “Ready, babe.”
I sit back in my seat and take my hands off the wheel shaking my head. “I don’t know, darling, I need a little more motivation than that. In my defense, I am driving you at nine o’clock at night and will be driving you back so I mean, a little more reason for all this is a bit necessary.”
She kisses me her lips enticing mine. She bites her cream lips and raises her eyebrows at me. “Grateful enough?”
I start the car back up and grin. “It’ll do.”
She laughs as I get back on the road. “It’ll do, huh? What about this?” her fingertips brush my right hand and down my arm. Shit. Goosebumps. I have goose bumps.
I glance over at her. Keep a straight face, Damien! My breath hitches, dammit.
“Are you trying to distract the driver? Very bad of you, Hallie Robin.”
She quirks an eyebrow back at me. “Am I a distraction?”
I turn back to the road. “Your name’s the definition, darling.”