Where do we go from here?

Lovers and Joggers A couple holding hands and ...

Lovers and Joggers A couple holding hands and a brace of joggers make tracks towards Totteridge Lane on the Dollis Valley Green Walk. The slope of the ground towards the Brook, which is out of shot on the right, is evident in this photo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Becky directs Sean to her house, the two of them talking about everything and nothing during the late-night drive.  Becky has calmed down and is actually surprised that she’s feeling comfortable with Sean, something she’s never experienced before with any other guy.  Sean is quite pleased that the tears have stopped and that the two of them are able to enjoy being with one another.  Sean, like most guys, isn’t at ease when a girl is crying, but he feels pretty good about the way he handled the situation.

When Sean pulls the truck up to the curb in front of Becky’s house, he turns the key to shut off the engine, turning halfway around in his seat, leaning against the door, wanting with all of his heart to lean over and kiss Becky.  But he’s concerned about how she will react.  He definitely doesn’t want to scare her, doesn’t want to start the flow of tears again.  He’s never found himself in a situation like this before.  Usually the girls are all over him, wanting him to come inside and spend the night.  He doesn’t expect that from Becky, but he isn’t exactly sure what to do next.

He reaches over and to run his fingers through her silky  hair.  He smiles, “I’ve really had a good time tonight, Bec.  I…uh…I hope you’ll let me call on you again.”  Then he mentally bangs his head against the dash, thinking, Let me call on you again?  Who says that?  What kind of dork is she going to think I am?  “Um… could I maybe get your phone number so I can give you a call later?”

Biting her lower lip, Becky meets Sean’s gaze.  “I’d like that…a lot.  I want to thank you for making this such a nice evening.  I really enjoyed myself.”  Taking the paper and pen that Sean holds out to her, Becky writes her number down for him, wondering if he would ever really call her.

Sean takes the paper from her, folds it, and puts it in his pocket.  “Here, let me give you my number.  I’ll give you my number at home and at work, just in case.”  He writes both numbers down and hands her the slip of paper.

Sean finally tears his gaze from Becky and says, “Well…let me walk you to the door, Bec.”  He gets out of the truck and walks to her door, opens it and lifts her down out of the truck.  His hands on her waist, hers on his upper arms, both not wanting the night to end, neither knowing what happens next, wondering where do we go from here?

Holding hands, they slowly make their way to the front door.  Becky worries that he will want more from her than she is willing to give.  Sean wondering if it would be okay to at least kiss her.  As they stand in front of the door, Sean lifts Becky’s hand to his lips and gently kisses the back of her hand.  Then he whispers, “You go on inside. I’ll stay here until I hear the door lock and I know you’re safe.”

Becky nods her head, unlocks the door and steps inside.  She turns to look at Sean.  He’s standing there smiling softly at her.  Again he whispers, “‘Night, Bec.  I’ll call you tomorrow…or today, I guess it would be.  Anyhow…um…guess I better be goin’.”

“Good night, Sean.  Again, thanks.  Talk to you later.”  Becky then closes the door and locks it.  Sean stands there until he hears the lock click into place then turns to walk back to his truck.  Halfway down the walk, he turns around and looks back toward the door.  On the other side of that door, Becky is leaning against it, the back of her hand resting upon her lips, still feeling the tingle of that kiss.  She smiles, thinking what a polite southern gentleman Sean is, asking if he can call on her again, hoping against hope that he does.

Sean turns around again, walking toward his truck when it hits him.  He just met the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with.