Did I pass the test?
Again, we didn’t make it to the sofa without Allie pouncing on me. I act dizzy. “Jesus! I don’t know if I can walk after that.”
I sense a smile in the pale light. “You give as good as you get. All my lipstick is gone.”
I just want to get this next part over with, but I gotta go there. “You talk to Doug?”
“Yep. I don’t know where you two went, but he seems to think you’re a nice boy. Not a rapist.”
“High Praise” I’m sarcastic.
“Stop. I’m glad you talked about having dates. I’m going to keep after him.” She pauses, something big is coming. “It’s really….nice that…..you want to be with me and hang out. I always thought boys just wanted to kiss take a girl’s clothes off.”
[I suppress a shit-eating grin.]
“I think we can we can have fun, too. Not just kissing,” she continues.
I wave my hand at the small vestibule we’re in. “Not very romantic here, Allie. You gotta admit. There’s a whole world out there. Let’s have adventures. You and I and our older chaperone.”
Her large green eyes look through me. “All the childish Bullshit these girls just seem to thrive on. I’m different. You’re different. Everybody gets hurt. But I’d never hurt you, you know that?”
How did we get on this?? “Yes, I know. Why would I want to hurt someone who singled me out of all the boys and kissed me so wonderfully?”
Well, that did it. Time for necking. Not bad for only around 6 or 7 weeks of ‘us,’ I think as we maul each other.