Dangerous Kisses

Home Sweet Home

"Hello?"

"Hey mom. Are you at the airport?" I asked, biting on my fingernail. Public places full of people always triggered a nervous panic attack.

My mother groaned from the other line, "I'm so sorry sweetie! I got caught up with work and forgot your flight got in today! I'll be there in no more than an hour!"

My face dropped and a sighed, feeling the sudden urge to cry, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

She hung up first.

I dropped my phone in my bag and slouched in my seat. So much for arriving home to tranquility.

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Someone tapping me on the shoulder awoke me. I moved my hand away from my head and looked up. The older lady from earlier was looking at me.

"Yes?"

"Is your name Calista Woods? They've been saying your rides here." She said, looking down at my bag that had my name written on it.

I stood up and quickly grabbed my bags, "Thank you so much!"

The lady smiled and nodded, resuming back to her crossword puzzle lying on her lap.

I nearly jogged out the entrance of the airport to my moms white SUV. All I wanted was to get home, take a shower, and nap.

I threw my stuff in the back and piled my luggage on top of some paper in the trunk. I climbed into the passenger seat, the heater blowing across my face.

"Hi mom." I said, looking at her. Her brown hair had a couple of gray spots, making her look like an overworked business lady. Her lazy green eyes were red and puffy from lack of sleep. She still had on her lawyer wardrobe.

"Hi darling," She reached across the console and pulled me in a hug, "You look beautiful. Why do you smell like cologne?"

I glanced at my shirt-or should I say Dante's shirt. I still had it from staying over at his house and I hated to leave it at my apartment. I know I left on a bad note but deep down I felt like I'd still run into him somewhere, "I was sitting next to a guy on the plane. He sprayed some on before we got off."

My mother nodded, believing my smooth lie and put the car in drive, taking off down the paved road and towards the country side of Atlanta.

"Buster misses you. You've been gone for a long time." My mother said, sounding sad. It was the first time she ever showed any real emotion towards me leaving for college.

Buster was my Saint Bernard, I had rescued him from the animal shelter when I volunteered there. I had instantly fell in love with him and his large body full of fluff.

"I could always bring him with me."

My mother smiled a tired smile, "We've been over this Calista. He's too big to be in your little apartment. You know he'd hate being locked up. He still runs the cattle in the pasture, how could he do that at your place?"

I sighed in defeat, she was right.

My phone ringed in my lap and I hesitantly looked down.

Dante: Did you make it?

I smiled to myself and danced my fingers over the key pad. Should I be nice because of his concern or stick to bring hurt by him? I decided to mess with him.

I'm locked in a dark room. There's a tag on the door though, maybe it'll help you find me.

I rolled my eyes at myself, nice one Cali, real knee kicker.

My mother pulled over at an old gas station, "I'll be right back-haven't used the bathroom all day."

My phone began to ring as soon as she shut the car door. Dante's name lit up my phone.

"Where are you?" His husky voice asked, making me shiver.

"In a car." I replied, pushing down any emotion that was in my voice.

"With who, Cali?" He asked, his voice angry.

"My mom. We're heading home." I replied sweetly, while playing with the end of my shirt.

"Fuck, Cali. I thought you were in danger. Don't do that."

I smiled to myself, "Or what?"

There was a dangerous tone as he replied, "You wouldn't want to know. Or you might, depending on how feisty you are."

A blush rose up to my cheeks and I slammed my thighs shut, "You got me there."

Dante sighed into the phone, I could practically see him running his hand down his face now, "Are you okay Cali, really?"

How could he know me so damn well?

"How okay can I be? I'm heading to my grandmas funeral." I said honestly.

I looked at the entrance of the old gas station. My mother had been gone for a while.

"Are you still mad at me?" Dante asked, his tough boy act finally falling.

"No. It's not your fault-I was just being stupid," I sighed, "Dante?"

His voice came almost instantly, "Yes?"

"I don't want you to think I'm using you okay? You mean more to me than just my safety blanket." My eyes began to water at the fact of losing him.

I barley knew him and here I was crying over him.

"I know. I was angry that you were pushing me away, piccolo. But you're mine- remember that."

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