Darius & Chayla - Do You Need Help?

I made it to the truck just as Darius got out of the driver’s seat. It was as if time stood still as my mouth hung open, go smacked by the view in front of me. 

He was wearing dark blue jeans with a skin tight white UnderArmor shirt, showcasing his well defined muscles and black original Air Force ones. A small, gold cross hung from a thin gold chain around his neck, something I hadn’t noticed before. He’d also shaved this morning, sporting a clean face, free of stubble from just yesterday as well as a touch up on his face, his sides and back of his head clean shaven with just his spiky fro on top. Damn he looked good.

“Hey.” He smiled at me and I could have sworn there was a glean or twinkle at the end of that smile. 

Blinking away the effects of his smile on my body, I replied, “How are you?”

“Good.” He turned up the wattage on his smile and I had to look away. “You? I noticed you changed your look. What brought that on?”

“Huh?” Was my initial response because my girl brain was screaming ‘On my god! He noticed me!’ But then I returned to my senses, simply supplying, “Just wanted to try something a little different. No biggie.” I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the passenger side door. 

He chuckled softly, following suit. I thought he was going to head back around the truck to the driver’s side but all of a sudden I felt him standing behind me, the smell of citrus and wood assailing my senses. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“Helping you in the truck?” He said simply. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’ll need it. Most girls can get in without a bit of help.”

“Well I’m not most girls,” I said indignantly, resting my hands on my hips. 

He stepped back, holding up his hands in surrender, yet there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Okay then. Go right ahead then.” 

I turned back around, facing the passenger side door. I tugged on the handle, pulling it open and noted the step meant to assist my entry. I gauged the height of the step from the ground, then the seat from the step. It was a bit of a leap yet even though I appeared short, I had longish legs and arms, it was just my torso that was short. I could do this. 

I grabbed the handle inside the door frame, planting my left foot on the step first, before hoisting myself up. I felt Darius shift closer to me but I waved him off. Checking to see that I had secure footing, I lifted my right leg swinging it up to step inside the truck. Securing my footing on the floor of the truck, I placed my right arm on the seat and used all my upper body strength to pull myself inside the truck. 

I gracelessly fell on the seat, my ass squarely in his face as I tried to worm my way into the passenger seat. 

I heard him laughing behind me, getting a kick out of this. 

“Find something funny?” I asked, poorly wriggling my way into the truck. 

“You are so cute. Just let me help you.” I felt his body pressed behind me, his hands on my hips, pulling me up and plucking me into my seat. “See, now that wasn’t so bad.” He smiled at me before making his way around to the driver’s side. 

To distract myself from the sensation swimming through my body, I shut the door and buckled up. Hopefully I could recover during the car ride.