I wanted to know what instrument he played, but I knew asking right then would not be a good idea. I did not want to rub salt into what was already an open wound.
But I could not stop myself from asking the less important question.
I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He looked down at me and I said. "How did you lose your hearing?”
He did as most do when posed with the question of their past. He looked up to the sky, thinking about it for a moment before he replied.
“It was an accident,” he said, his voice distance as memories that I could not see flashed across his mind. “It certainly wasn't on purpose. There was a fight and I got into the middle of it. I knew I shouldn't have, but I was prone to heroics back then. I was badly injured and by the time help came it was already too late. Parts of my inner ear were completely damaged. My left one worse than my right and I could hear out of it for a while, but eventually that faded too.”
“What happen to the people that did it? The ones that hurt you, I mean?” I asked.
“Well,” He sighed. “The ones that started the fight were punished.”
I noticed how he only mentioned the ones that started the fight and not the ones who actually hurt him. I wasn't going to go digging any further. If he wanted to tell me more, he would.
I gripped his hand tighter in mine and for some reason brought his hand up to kiss the side of his palm.
“I do really well, though, for being crippled! I mean, look how long it took you to realize that I was deaf. If I was more careful, I could've kept it going whole week, if not a whole two weeks.” He laughed, even though it didn't really seem to reach his eyes. I just smiled at him now and let him have it.
“Yeah you're pretty sneaky.” I wiggled my finger in front of him. “But don't underestimate my powers of observation!”
“Your powers of observation, huh?” He challenged before placing his hand up to my eyes and blocking my vision.
I could feel his hot breath fresh against my ear. "Tell me how many red cars there are on the street.”
“I said that I had powers of observation, not the powers of a psychic!” I squealed, unable to suppress my giggle fit.
Theseus snorted. “Shawn Spencer isn't a psychic. But with his amazing abilities of observation, he can fool most people into believing he is.”
“Who’s Shawn Spencer? Is he some Marvel character?” I asked.
“Oh, I'm sure he would love to be. Now hush and tell me how many red cars are on the street.”
Even with his hands covering my eyes, I felt the need to close them as I pictured the street behind us, trying to remember how many cars I saw and how many of them were red.
“Umm, 6?” I guessed.
He made a harsh buzzer sound. "Not even close. You're not very good at this. What happened to those powers of observation?”
I laughed and pulled his hand from my eyes. "I guess my powers are better used towards reading people and not counting how many red cars there are on the street. It's not like that’s very useful information anyway.”
“My dear little psychic. Knowing that kind of information could save your life one day.”
I met his eyes and realized that he was standing mere inches from me. His eyes were sparkling with humor. His smile was beautiful, and it made my breath hitch. He noticed my response, his eyes widening and his mouth opening ever so slightly. Those gray-blue orbs flickered between my own eyes and my mouth.
I wanted him to kiss me. To pull me close like Percy had done and ravage my mouth. But he stayed a mere 3 inches from my face. Unmoving.
Then I remembered. He was waiting for the ‘perfect moment’. I felt that we would be waiting forever if he was constantly always looking for that perfect second in time. So, I seized this moment now and leaned in the rest of the way to claim his mouth. If it wasn't perfect now, then when?
The moment my lips touched his I expected him to hesitate, but he didn't. He pulled me close like I wanted and kissed me so hard I was sure that my lips would bruise. His hands came up to cup my cheeks. My hands gripped his jacket, holding on for fear that my knees would give out from under me with the power of that kiss.
The inferno that had finally tampered down during dinner shot up, making me moan into his mouth. This encouraged him, and he tilted my head slightly to the side, teasing my lips open with his tongue. He may have tasted like the garlic bread we had for dinner, but I didn't care. I bet that I was no better, having had three rolls myself.
I wanted him closer, his hands touching all the parts of me that ached, but I also wanted us to not be in a public place.
Someone cat-called us, pulling my mind back to where we were: near the middle of the town square in plain view of everyone. I pulled away from him with a gasp. He looked at me confused for a moment before I twirled my finger around, reminding him where we were.
His eyes flicked to the side and he chuckled. "I suppose we better actually get a room this time. Or at least go somewhere more private.”
I nodded, unable to say anything, my lips tingling.
He took my hand and we ran, giddy in our lust.
Hopping into his car, we shared several more passionate kisses, not wanting to break away but also having to constantly remind ourselves that we were still in the public's eye.
We headed back towards my house. At first, I thought we were done, and he was being the chivalrous knight and taking me home, but halfway there we pulled off to the side of the road under one of the few street lamps around for miles. Without hesitation, I crawled out of my seat and into his lap.
My hands buried in his hair as I went back to kissing him. At first it was a little uncomfortable with the steering wheel poking into my back. As if he read my mind, as one of Theseus’ hands grabbed my ass, the other reached out in front of him and pulled on a lever, sending the chair jerking backwards and giving us much more room.
As he continued to fondle my ass, I couldn't help but grind against the hardness between his thighs, making us both groan into each other's mouths.
The hand that had jerked us backwards slowly ran up and cupped my breast over my shirt.
He pulled away, breaking our kiss. "Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I nodded and then added, “but the clothes need to stay on.”
I looked at him, making sure that he was watching me when I said it. He was certainly staring at my lips intensely enough.
“As you wish,” he breathed before pulling me back to his mouth.
God, his lips were soft. I wanted him closer, I wanted to feel his bare skin beneath my fingers.
Reaching down, I pulled on the lever the controlled the back of the seat, sending us falling flat. It was much better. I could feel his whole body pressed against me. My breasts were rubbing up and down against his chest. My hard nipples for screaming for him to touch them, with his hands or with his mouth it didn't matter.
My hands went back up to his neck only to run down the length of his jacket, pulling down the zipper along the way. Underneath he was wearing what I assumed to be a T-shirt, the soft cotton-like fabric taut against the lean muscles of his chest. My hands trailed further until I met the seam of his shirt. I hesitated for a moment before I slid my fingers underneath to feel his extremely warm smooth skin.