When we stop in front of my dad’s house, I see his car is still not parked in the driveway.
As we get out of the car, I remind Jayden, “I don’t know how I am going to get back in again, remember I don’t have any keys.”
He smiles playfully. “Do you want me to prove magic to you—and I am not talking about changing the colour of a rose.”
“How do you plan on doing it? Are you going to Zam-kalaboom the door open? Just don’t break it—please! I am only a guest here.”
He reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly, supportively when my voice breaks on my last few words. He leads me toward the door and then he looks up.
“We are in luck. You left the window in your room open when you thought I might be a burglar, who is polite enough to knock before I rob you.”
I wheeze insulted. “I couldn’t just open the door. I don’t know this area.”
“I am not judging your good sense. It was very clever of you to first make sure before you opened the door.”
He smiles slowly, seductively, as he turns me toward him.
“No,” I whisper.
“I promise I am not planning on influencing you, and I have never done it either.” He smiles wider. “That weak-kneed feeling you have is just my natural charm.”
He takes the hand he is holding and he places it on his shoulder. “Now. Put your hands here.” He takes my other hand, which is hanging limply on my side and he puts it on his shoulder on the other side.
Lightly he places his hands on my hips while he looks down at me intensely, and for a brief second it is as if his eyes burn right through me, when he touches me.
“Step onto my feet,” he whispers.
“Are you going to give me a dancing lesson?” I laugh nervously as I place my feet on his.
“Silly girl, close your eyes.”
I insist, “No.”
“Heather, come on. Close your eyes. Trust me.”
My eyes glance by themselves to his lips, just before I close them.
Then it feels as if we are rising up into the air and afraid I start to open my eyes.
Softly I hear him say. I feel his breath on my lips. “No. Keep your eyes closed.”
I swear it feels as if I am not on the ground anymore. It feels as if gravity has no effect on me, as if I am floating and then just as suddenly as I felt all of this it feels as if my feet are on the ground again.
He says, “Okay. You can open your eyes now.”
I open my eyes and look around me amazed. I am dead centre in the pastel splash room. I rush to the window to look out. Holding onto the windowsill, I lean out, looking at the ground below. Turning back to him, I ask excitedly, “You did that? Did you levitate? Did you lift us all the way from the ground and… and.” I stop talking when he steps closer to me.
Fleetingly I feel his lips brush across my cheek. “Good night, Heather. I had a lovely evening and you are amazing.”
I gasp shocked when he leaps out of the window and then seconds later I see him open his car door. He smiles mischievously as he looks up at me, and then he gets into his car and drives away.
Moments later the headlights of my dad’s car sweep across the driveway.