Davo

by N.R. Walker

“There’s a spring in that seat you’re about to become real acquainted with,” she said with a laugh. Oh my god. She wasn’t wrong. By the time we drove onto a better-maintained road, I felt somewhat violated.

I tried smiling, but it wasn’t easy when my face was melting.

And just like that my brain pulled on the handbrake and, along with my good judgement, went careening off the road.

“What do you look for?” He whipped his gaze to mine. “Gold.” Okaaaay. I suddenly felt like Bilbo in Smaug’s lair.

He thinks anything outside a two-hour drive from Sydney is an epic journey. Like I’m leaving the Shire and heading to Mordor.”

“Good boy,” I said quietly. “Quiet boys don’t go in the fridge.” I sounded like Hannibal freaking Lecter.

“You like apple?” I asked. “Good boy. Quiet boys are good boys. Quiet boys get apple.” And now I sounded like a creepy sex offender.

“And now here we are, three billion years later, and I’m lucky enough to exist at the same time as you.”

He might not have been able to say the words on the tip of his tongue earlier, but my god, when he kissed me, I sure could taste them.