Inspire by Heather Buchine Page A

us; I couldn’t help the goofy grin plastered on my face the entire time. I was also enjoying the feel of Travis in my arms, and didn’t want the moment to end.
    Finally, after zooming all around, Travis slowed toward a cove on the north side of the lake, and shut the engine off. The area was quiet and secluded with nothing surrounding us but trees. It was so peaceful and seemed as if no one was around for miles. Travis shifted in front of me and turned so that we were now facing each other on the seat. I was still amazed by how comfortable I felt with him, there was no ball of nerves in my stomach only little butterflies flipping around wondering what would come next.
    “So what do you think? Fun?” he asked, giving me such a sexy grin that I almost jumped him on the spot. The boy was HOT and definitely knew what he was doing.
    “It was fantastic! So are you going to let me drive now?” I teased, testing to see his reaction.
    “Maybe,” he said playfully and gave me a little wink.
    “Maybe?” I questioned right back wanting to find out the stipulation.
    “You have to tell me more about yourself first and then I’ll let you drive.”
    “Oh, I see. What would you like to know?” I grinned, playing right along.
    “Tell me everything. I just want to learn more about you Paige,” he said and then leaned forward putting his hands on my knees.
    “You’ve put me on the spot, anything specific you want to know?” I was so distracted by his touch that I didn’t know where to begin.
    “Tell me what made you start the Pri*Tee Pixies Organization.”
    I thought about it for a second before I spoke, because that part of my life has always been so personal. Other than Tracey and my parents I’m not really sure anyone else knows what made me want to start the charity. For some reason I felt I could be honest with Travis and that he wouldn’t judge me. I really did have this fear of being labeled a goody-two-shoes, but for some reason I felt that Travis would just get it.
    “It kind of goes back to when I was little. My dad has always wanted to keep me grounded no matter how wealthy we were or where we lived. So, he gave me some different options for how I could volunteer my time on Sunday afternoons. I chose working at the soup kitchen in the city because I thought that it might be the easiest out of all of my options. I was young and naïve at the time,” I added just so Travis wouldn’t judge the reason for my decision.
    “Well, after a while, I got to know some of the people and realized what a struggle so many faced. But no matter how hard their lives were, they always managed to say thank you and show their appreciation. Some would even come by and tell me jokes, then say that it was their way of paying me for my kindness. It touched my heart being there and I always looked forward to my Sunday afternoons. Anyway, one Sunday night my friends and I met up at a restaurant after I got back in from the city. It was a pretty pricey place which made me feel guilty, so I ended up just ordering soup. My friends on the other hand ordered filets, tuna, and other expensive dishes.” Travis was watching me closely as I spoke and I could see his eyes shifting between my eyes and my mouth. It made me instinctively run my tongue along my lower lip, which caused him to squeeze my skin under his palms. My desire was getting the best of me, so I needed to stay focused on what I was saying.
    “Well, everyone got their food and I’m not kidding, every single one of them had an issue with something about their meal, and complained the entire time. It was amazing watching how one little burnt potato could upset someone or the fact that there were cherry tomatoes instead of heirloom tomatoes in the salad. The whole scene was sickening. Here I had just watched a bunch of people cry out of gratitude for some bland broth, and my friends were nitpicking over tomatoes. Not that my friends were bad people, but it became an eye opening