Let's get out of here. You and me, <i> mi amor. !Vamos!" </i><br />I breathe a sigh of relief as I straddle Julio and Brittany hops on behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist, holding on tight as I speed out of the parking lot.<br />We fly through the streets; which eventually become a blur. I don't even stop when rain starts pouring down.<br />"Can we stop now?" she yells through the deafening storm.<br />I park under an old abandoned bridge by the lake. Heavy rain pounds the cement surrounding us, but we have our own secluded place.<br />Brittany hops to the ground. "You're a stupid jerk," she says. "You can't deal drugs. It's dangerous and stupid, and you promised me. You'll risk going to jail. Jail, Alex. You may not care, but I do. I won't let you ruin your life."<br />"What do you want to hear?"<br />"Nothing. Everything. Say something so I don't stand here feeling like a complete idiot."<br />"The truth is . . . Brittany, look at me."<br />"I can't," she says as she stares at the pouring rain. "I'm so tired of thinking of every scary scenario."<br />I pull her against me. "Don't think, <i> muneca. </i> Everything will work itself out."<br />"But--"<br />"No buts. Trust me." My mouth closes over hers. The smell of rain and cookies eases my nerves.<br />My hand braces the small of her back. Her hands grip my soaked shoulders, urging me on. My hands slide under her shirt, and my fingers trace her belly button.<br />"Come to me," I say, then lift her until she's straddling me over my bike.<br />I can't stop kissing her. I whisper how good she feels to me, mixing Spanish and English with every sentence. I move my lips down her neck and linger there until she leans back and lets me take her shirt off. I can make her forget about the bad stuff. When we're together like this, hell, I can't think of anything else but her.