Unknown Desire

We ordered our food from the private waiter, and continued our date without a hitch. I shivered a little, and Jake decided it was time to leave. We sat in the car for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes. Finally, he started the car and began to drive.

I put my hand on his thigh. He jumped, probably not expecting that. I decided to bug him.

I started to slowly run my hand up and down his thigh. He wiggled around in his seat.

“What's wrong, Jake?” I smirked, he just gulped and straightened in his seat. I squeezed his thigh, and his eyes closed and his head rested on the back of seat.

“Eyes on the road.” I whispered in his ear.

“I'm going to crash this car if you don't stop.” his voice sounded strained.

“You'll be fine. I haven't heard you ask me to stop.” I pointed out.

“You think I would ask you to stop?” he laughed. “I just don't wanna crash this car, you could get hurt.”

“I'll be fine too. We're immortal, remember?” he rolled his eyes. I continued to slowly move my hands up and down his thigh.

“Ness, I'm trying so hard not to crash.” he complained after a minute.

“I already said we'll be fine. You know you like it.” I teased.

“Well, duh.” I just ignored him and continued.

“Ness, seriously. I really don't want you to get hurt.” That annoyed me.

“Fine.” I moved my hand away, but he took my hand in his.

“I'm sorry, honey.” he kissed the back of my hand.

“It's fine.” I sighed. My phone vibrated in my purse.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Nessie! You should come home soon, you're Dad isn't home so that would be the best time to get here.” Alice's anxious voice spoke.

“When will he be back?” I asked.

“Um, hold on....” she searched the future.

“In the morning, early... Ew!” she shouted.

“What?” I wondered.

“There's a reason they won't be back until later... They're gonna,” I cut her off.

“Alice! Mental pictures!”

“Oh, sorry. Hurry home!” she hung up, I snapped the phone shut.

“You gotta get me home.” I told Jake, he started the car wordlessly and began to drive. There was an awkward silence, which I was kind of scared to break. Did I do something wrong? Was he mad? The only way I could know was to ask.

“What's wrong?” I whispered as I stared out the window.

“What do you mean?” he tone was confused.

“It's not like you to be quiet. Are you mad or something?” I wondered. He took my hand.

“Never. There is no way I could be mad at you, you're perfect.” he kissed the back of my hand again.

“Then why are you so quiet?” I asked.

“I'm thinking.” he answered.

“About what?”

“I'm thinking about you.” he replied. I let the subject drop. I wrapped my arms around my knees and rested my chin on my knees. I sat like that the whole way home. We reached the house, I saw someone on the porch.