“So, I guess I’ll see you at school?” Bette asked as I reluctantly and slowly unbuckled my seatbelt. She did the same for some reason.

“Yeah, I guess… unless you come over sometime his weekend?”

“We do have a lot of schoolwork…”

“Since when do you care?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice. It wasn’t big big hurt, just wondering why she seemed a bit too keen to not see my anymore the following day or two. She looked at me and seemed to read my mind.

“Oh, no – I didn’t mean it like that!” She took my hand on her lap and smiled that brilliant, radiant smile of hers that made me melt every single time. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong with this. I like you, a lot. That’s the reason. I would love to spend every second with you, but I want to keep things between us alive. I don’t want us to be another boring couple that knows what the other one is doing all the time. I want to have something to tell you when I see you that might surprise you or make you laugh or make you feel anything that is positive. I want to long to see you and then jump you when I do because I missed you so much.”

What could I say to that? 

“I think I understand,” I answered finally. I gave her a reassuring smile so she wouldn’t think that I was being sarcastic or anything like that. I hesitated and then leaned over for a final kiss. Our lips touched briefly, we both knew that we had to pull back if we didn’t want to be in here for the next six hours. Of course we wouldn’t mind kissing for six hours, just not in this position.

She let her hand wander over my shoulder, down my arm, brushing past my left breast. It felt like my body had just received an electric shock. This was the second time she had kind of felt me up, so I decided that I had the right to catch up.

I heard her gasp and smiled when she paused her hand at my hip. She was starting to move up again, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.