“Don’t worry, love, your secret’s safe with me. You’re actually not that obvious about it.”
“I didn’t think I was obvious about it at all!”
“Maybe not to anyone else, but I see it. I thought Laks might too, but she’d sure as hell be talking about it if she even had an inkling. I reckon anyone would like to see you two hook up, though. Even if it’s just to give our little princess a conniption.”
Soon. You’ll ask me soon. But first, we’re tongue to tongue, lips to lips, forehead to forehead. I’m taut and holding on, certain my pulse is rippling the surface of my skin.
But when you pull away, I just see stillness, and the gold of sunset light cast across it. The trees around the lake are part-way to dark silhouettes. A lone bird calls in the distance. I eye the switch in your hands and wonder: how hard can you hit me before it starts to hurt?
The clocktower bell rang the hour. She left him clean and pink-cheeked.
"You'd better get to class."
"I'll call you later."
She smiled. "We'll see."
Hands on hips, she straightened her hat and turned back to her work. The bushes always looked a fright this time of year, but no matter. Something would bloom soon enough.
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