Chapter 12
Charlie let her mouth fall open. “What did you say?” She sat on the couch with her sister, the two having moved back downstairs into Emily’s apartment. She’d given Charlie an extremely unemotional account of her morning. It included a surprise visit from Josh who’d asked to date her. After that, she described the awkward talk with Spencer—the first one since the disastrous night with Asher Denning. She gave a very unsatisfactory account of Spencer kissing her for the first time, without any juicy details whatsoever. And then she very matter-of-factly stated she’d decided it wouldn’t happen again.
“I said, I don’t think we should kiss any more. I think it’s not a good idea.”
“Why? Was he a bad kisser? Or did you decide you don’t like him after all.”
“No,” she said, looking down as her cheeks flushed. “It was pretty good. Maybe too good. I think that’s how I get in trouble. I get way too emotionally involved when things get physical. So, I think we should keep it platonic until it’s safer.”
“What do you mean? What’s safer?”
“I just don’t know about Spencer. He’s just a little too good at kissing. I guess he’s had lots of practice, but I don’t want to think about it. I’m not sure I can handle too much of that and still stick to my rules. And then there’s the unwritten rule we always told each other... Guard your heart. So I think we should just keep it platonic until it’s safer.”
“So, let me get this straight. Y’all are going to be in an official dating relationship, but you’re not going to kiss.”
“Yes. That’s the plan.”
“And Spencer is okay with this?”
“Well, I haven’t exactly told him, but I hinted at it.”
“So y’all haven’t had the define-the-relationship talk?”
“Not yet. Maybe we can talk after dinner tonight. Spencer cooks at his family’s house on Sundays. Tonight he’s grilling hamburgers. I said we’d both go—I hope that sounds okay to you?”
“Sure… But back to this plan of yours. When will your kissing hiatus be over? When will you trust him or yourself enough to kiss him? When you’re engaged? Or not until after you’re married?”
Emily’s face turned scarlet. “Ohmygosh! I don’t know. We’re not talking about getting married. He only kissed me this morning. I thought this could kind of be a test. He’s been with all these girls, and I don’t know how physical those relationships have been. So if that’s all he’s looking for from me, he’ll get tired of me pretty quickly. This will give him a chance to prove he likes me just for me and not for what he can get from me.”
“Not for what he can get from you? You mean like, he might date you so he can kiss you?”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about more than kissing. But that’s what kissing leads to.”
“Sister... tsk, tsk. What does he have to do to prove himself? Let’s see. So far, he’s forgiven you for lying to him, saved your life, and then practically killed himself yesterday trying to save you again.”
“I know he’s done a lot for me and I don’t doubt he cares about me. But we still need to be careful about the physical stuff.”
“No doubt you need to be careful, but are you sure you don’t want to kiss at all?”
“I’m not saying I don’t want to—I’m saying it’s not a good idea.”
“Okay, let’s talk about something else. You’ve been criticizing Spencer all along for being a player. What about you? Are you through dating other guys?”
“There aren’t any other guys.”
“What about Asher and Josh?”
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side, Sister! I’ve already admitted Asher was a big mistake. He turned out to be a jerk—he left me passed out at the bar. And Josh—I never did anything to encourage him. I’m actually worried Spencer might think I’m interested in Josh, because I’m not. To be honest, I barely even noticed him or Brad when we were hiking.”
Charlie chuckled. “That doesn’t surprise me. You can be so unaware of your surroundings sometimes. You didn’t notice he was hot? Or that he had the hots for you? I knew right away, as soon as we met on the trail.”
“No, he caught me by surprise this morning when he said he wanted to see me again. But next time, if there is a next time, I’ll be ready for him. He obviously likes to be in control, and I don’t have the energy to fight for control all the time. Plus, he’s a player if I’ve ever seen one—and really arrogant. I imagine he’s used to girls falling all over him, especially being a doctor.”
“Sister, I’m still not sold on this no-kissing idea.”
“It’s not my idea. There’s a whole book about it.”
“There is? I’ve never heard about it.”
“It’s called I Kissed Kissing Goodbye.”
Charlie laughed. “No, it’s called I Kissed Dating Goodbye, and I assume you haven’t even read it.”
“No, but I’ve thought it through, and my mind is made up.”
“Poor Spencer.”
“You feel sorry for him because he won’t get to kiss anyone for a while?”
“No, I feel sorry for him because he’s fallen for my sister!”
* * *
Spencer was in a good mood,a really good mood. Everyone always talked about love being painful. And it had been painful. But now... Now everything was good. He’d kissed her, and she’d kissed him back. And it was good, really good. Great, in fact. At least he thought it was great, and she seemed to like it. He’d practically floated home from the Gherrings, and he’d been humming all day. And they were officially dating. Weren’t they? He replayed the scene in his mind. Hadn’t they talked about dating? He hadn’t said the big L word, but he’d told her he was crazy about her. Hadn’t he?
Suddenly his good mood evaporated. They hadn’t talked about their relationship at all. He’d kissed her, but he hadn’t even told her he liked her. And she hadn’t said anything at all about her feelings, except that she was afraid. Now he thought about it, he didn’t feel so great. They needed to talk—really talk.
“Hey, Spencer,” said Grace. “The burgers smell good. I’ve brought you a couple extra to put on the grill. I forgot to tell you I invited some friends yesterday.”
“No problem, Gracie,” he said, placing the burgers on the grill. “Can you take the first batch into the kitchen?”
“Sure.” She took the pan of burgers and started toward the door. Then she stopped, and came back to him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s for later on when you’re mad at me,” she said, slipping inside.
Now his mood dipped lower. Grace was up to her tricks again. He repeated the question he asked himself so often. Why did God give him sisters? The door opened again, and he turned, prepared to interrogate his sister, but it was Charlie who slipped outside.
“Hey, Spencer.” She waggled her eyebrows, sporting a devilish grin. “I hear you and my sister had an interesting morning.”
He felt his face heating up. “What did she say?”
“She didn’t give me any particulars, but I know there was kissing involved.”
“Oh.”
“I’m simply here to do what I feel is my sisterly duty.”
“What’s that?” At her serious tone, the hair stood up on the back of his neck.
“I’ve come to ask, what are your intentions with my sister?”
“Oh. Is that your sisterly duty? Does that mean Grace is doing the same thing with Emily?”
She cocked her head and grinned. “I don’t know. Maybe. But don’t change the subject—you haven’t answered my question.”
“It’s a personal question. Shouldn’t it come from Emily?”
Now Charlie’s face became truly serious. “Look Spencer. Here’s the thing. I like you and I think you’re really sweet. But my sister has been hurt by a guy before.” She gave him a honeyed smile. “And I’m here to tell you I will beat you to a pulp if you hurt her again.”
“Wow! Thanks for the warning,” he chuckled. “I’m not planning to hurt her.”
“You don’t understand. She’s not like you. She can’t be with one guy and then switch to another one. She’s an all or nothing kind of girl. She’ll expect commitment. And you’d better not lie to her or cheat on her.”
Spencer’s jaw dropped. “You obviously have a pretty low opinion of me.”
“I don’t think you’re necessarily a bad guy. I’m not trying to judge you. Lot’s of people do the friends with benefits thing. I know you’ve been a player—“
“I’m not a player! I guess it’s true I’ve had a lot of female friends, but they’ve only been friends—not friends with benefits. Not even a bit of benefit. No benefit at all. In fact, I had my first benefit of any kind with your sister this morning, and if I have my way, she’ll be the only one, ever.”
“Oh!” Charlie’s eyes grew round as golf balls, and she stared at him.
Embarrassed at his outburst, he turned to the grill and began crossly flipping the burgers, which had managed to get slightly charred on one side. He turned pleading eyes to Charlie. “Don’t tell her. Okay? It’s so awkward. I can’t believe I told you.”
“I think it’s sweet… And it might help if you told her the truth.”
“No way,” he said. “Maybe after we’ve been dating for a while. I can’t tell her now. I’ll tell her before we make a serious commitment.”
“Are you in love with my sister?”
“Yes,” he admitted in a low voice, “but I haven’t told her that either.”
Charlie let out a low whistle. “Well, I can’t promise it’ll be easy. But you’ve got my blessing, anyway. And I’ll fight for you.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks. That’s the second cheek-kiss I’ve gotten tonight.”
She smirked. “You’d better take what you can get.”
He felt distinctly uneasy as she slipped inside chuckling to herself.
* * *
Charlie joinedthe boisterous group inside the Marshall apartment. With this new revelation about Spencer, her opinion about their relationship solidified. She’d thought he’d be a good match for her sister because of how devoted, even self-sacrificing, he’d seemed. But now she’d discovered he wasn’t the type of guy who’d flit from one girl to another without regard for their feelings. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. She found herself more worried for Spencer than she was for her sister. Well, she had considerable influence where her sister was concerned, and she was not above resorting to tricks and schemes if necessary. Resolutely, she searched for Emily. She wouldn’t break Spencer’s confidence, but she’d do everything possible to sway her sister’s emotions and encourage her to take a chance on this relationship.
Spencer came in the backdoor with the burgers, and the crowd quieted when his father announced he would say the blessing. They had circled and bowed their heads, when a knock interrupted the proceedings. Grace ran to answer the door and returned with Brad and Josh in tow.
“Come in. We’re blessing the food. Then I’ll introduce you to my parents.”
Charlie stole a glance at her sister, whose face had turned pasty white. She followed her gaze to Spencer, who looked as if his face might burst open. She added a silent prayer for peace to Mr. Marshall’s blessing.
“Mom, Dad. This is Brad and this is Josh. They’re the guys I told you about—the ones that saved Emily on the hike,” Grace said.
Charlie couldn’t hear the rest of the exchange, but she whispered in Emily’s ear. “Sit next to Spencer, and I’ll try to keep Josh away from you.”
“Thanks, Spencer doesn’t look very happy. I think his reaction is a little extreme, though.”
“Well, Sister. They have some history. You just slept through it. Josh pushes his buttons and enjoys doing it.”
“Sounds entertaining, though. Sorry I missed it.”
“It was amusing, but not so much for Spencer. I think Grace hit it off with Brad, and I can handle Josh—I appreciate the challenge. Watch and learn, Sister. Watch and learn.”
The table in the kitchen would only seat eight, so a second table had been set up next to it. Tight seating and bumping elbows allowed eleven people to sit together. Emily sat next to Spencer, and Charlie claimed the other adjacent chair, effectively prohibiting Josh from sitting next to her.
Grace sat between Brad and Josh on the opposite side of the table, so Josh was directly opposite Charlie. He immediately turned his attention to Emily.
“How are you feeling? Have you been taking your anti-inflammatories?”
Emily opened her mouth to answer, but Charlie interrupted. “Josh, I hope you’re not going to spoil our meal by turning this into a medical exam. Emily’s quite capable of taking her required doses of medication without having someone check up on her. She’s the most organized and competent person I know.”
“It’s true,” said Grace. “You should see her closet. It’s immaculate and everything’s arranged by color and season.”
“I’m sure Spencer can attest to how orderly her kitchen is. You’ve cooked dinner for her, haven’t you, Spencer? Emily told me all about it. She says you’re a really good cook.” Charlie cut her eyes to Josh. He regarded her with narrowed eyes, but the smile never left his face.
“Emily’s a great cook, too,” Spencer added.
The conversation shifted to food and excitement over whatever surprise dessert Emily had prepared for the evening.
Josh was quiet for a while, listening to the various chats, obviously waiting for his next opportunity. But Charlie was waiting, too.
“So, Emily,” he said. “That’s an amazing apartment your parents have. I bet you could get used to that type of luxury pretty quickly. Tooling around in a limo all the time. I know I can’t wait to get a cool place like that when my residency is over.”
Charlie almost laughed out loud. He’d really missed the mark on this one. She sat back and smirked at Josh, allowing Emily to cut him to pieces on her own.
“It’s all a bit ostentatious to me,” said Emily. “I was raised to believe money wasn’t all that important. As long as I have what I need, I’ll be content. In fact, the best thing about Steven Gherring’s money is how generous he is with it.”
Charlie flashed an amused grin at Josh. He winked and went back to his waiting game. When the conversation turned to work and school, he tried again. “Emily, it’s amazing you’re a CPA at what, twenty-four? You must be really smart.”
“She is,” declared Charlie. “And she loves numbers. You can make them all neat and organized. I guess that’s why she and Spencer are so compatible. They both work in accounting at Gherring Inc.”
“What about you?” said Josh. “What do you do?”
Charlie was caught off guard by his question. “I... I’m a college dropout,” she declared, lifting her chin, daring him to criticize her. She locked gazes with him, but he didn’t flinch.
“She had a four point grade average when she dropped out. And now she teaches snow skiing and leads rafting trips. But, eventually she’ll give in and go back to finish college.” Emily turned to Charlie. “Right, Sister?”
“Maybe. If anything holds my interest long enough,” she replied without looking away.
“Maybe you might go into medicine?” Josh folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, still holding his own in their stare down.
“Nah,” said Charlie. “Blood is gross. I’m thinking law school. But I might be interested in personal injury law. Then I could sue all those incompetent doctors.”
He laughed, but his eyes never left hers.
Brad brought up the high cost of education, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, shifting her eyes his direction. Emily and Spencer appeared to be holding hands under the table, and so far there hadn’t been any out-and-out fights between Josh and Spencer.
She watched Josh from the corner of her eye, realizing his gaze was still focused on her. She looked back at him, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows, a silent message to knock it off. He couldn’t seem to take a hint. He raised an eyebrow, and without breaking eye contact with Charlie, he said, “So Spencer? Have you heard from Becca?”
An awkward silence descended on the table, and Spencer spoke through clenched teeth. “Josh. What’s your problem?”
He laughed. “I’m kidding you. Don’t be so uptight.”
“Josh—” Emily’s tone was plaintive, but Charlie held up her hand.
“Josh!” Charlie’s chair screeched against the floor as she pushed it back to stand, speaking in the stern mother’s voice she usually reserved for her young ski students. “I’d like to speak to you in the other room for a moment, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, rising and dabbing his mouth with his napkin. “I’m coming.”
Charlie marched into the living room and spun around to face Josh. He entered, closing the door behind him.
“Why are you trying to ruin things between Spencer and my sister?” She reveled in righteous indignation.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiled benignly.
“Yes, you do. Don’t play dumb with me.”
“I’d rather play something else with you,” he said, taking a step closer to her.
“You don’t intimidate me,” she snapped, backing away. “I’ve dealt with arrogant guys like you before. You think you’re God’s gift to women, and you’re not.”
“I’m not?” He grinned. “So I should start charging them?” He moved closer again, and she went back another step, feeling her face flush.
“Leave my sister alone. Spencer loves her, and he’s not a player like you!”
“I’m not a player. I used to be, but I’m not any more.” He continued to move toward her, forcing her to lift her chin to talk to him. She backed up until she was against the front door. Her heart raced. When had she lost control of this situation?
“Oh really?” She laid on the sarcasm. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
“No it’s true. Although it hasn’t been true for very long.” He was so close she could feel the heat from his body.
“When did you repent and turn from your evil ways?”
“About ten minutes ago,” he murmured as he bent his head down and captured her mouth in a kiss. Charlie’s mind felt muddled and confused. His hands were behind her neck, allowing her no escape. She squirmed and protested futilely, but he continued his assault unfazed. Then his tongue swept across her lips, and she felt her knees go weak and her arms go around his neck. Her body moved against him of its own accord, while one of his hands slid down her back and pressed them tightly together. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she whimpered. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest. Or was that her heart pounding? He groaned when her tongue touched his. Suddenly, her mind was clear. What was she doing?
She pulled away abruptly and slapped him across the cheek.
He rubbed his face gingerly. “Ow—that hurt.” And to her great consternation, he grinned. “But it was worth it.” She stared at him in shocked silence as he vanished silently through the kitchen door.
* * *
Emily’s eyesshifted back toward the door. When Charlie and Josh left the room, the table had fallen silent, with all ears straining to hear the supposed tongue-lashing Charlie was dishing out. Connie had prevented her girls from following to the door and eavesdropping on the battle. As a consequence, they could only hear the sharp tone of Charlie’s voice, followed by Josh’s mellow one.
“What are they saying?” whispered Grace. “Can you hear anything?”
Brad chuckled. “I don’t know. But I think Josh may’ve finally met his match. Did you see her face? She was steaming.”
The living room had fallen quiet, and the entire group held their breaths. Then they heard a popping sound and Josh’s voice. As they trained their eyes and ears intently toward the living room, the door suddenly burst open. Josh entered, his face reddened from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looked around the table from one frozen spectator to another and his lips curved into an impish grin. He walked briskly to Spencer and clapped him on the back. “Sorry, buddy. I wish you two the best.” Then he caught Emily’s eye and winked, before continuing on around to take his seat next to Grace, attacking his food with renewed relish.
Eating continued accompanied by soft murmurs and frequent glances toward the door. The red faded from Josh’s face, except for the clear imprint of a hand on his cheek. He glanced repeatedly toward the door, and actually began to appear anxious before Charlie finally emerged, carrying her cell phone and her purse.
“I had to make a quick call.” Charlie opened her purse and making a show of stowing the phone away. “Sorry to keep y’all waiting. Is it time for dessert?”
Emily studied her sister, who sat down, appearing unperturbed to the casual observer. Only one who’d known her for twenty-three years would notice the slight tremor in her fingers as she carefully folded her napkin in her lap. She watched her pick at the food on her plate and pretend to laugh at the anecdotes and comments that crossed the table. But Emily could tell her mind was otherwise occupied.
And her sister no longer made eye contact with Josh, while he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away. She saw it happening. He was getting more and more annoyed he couldn’t catch her glance. The more determined she was in avoiding his gaze, the more intent he was to gain it.
“Charlie,” he said. “Where do you teach skiing? Maybe I’ve been there before.”
“I teach at Breckenridge.” Charlie directed her answer to Brad. She continued to expound for several minutes about the quality of the snow and the length of the season and the number and type of lifts and the best places to ski the moguls. But none of her extensive discourse required her to look at Josh, and she steadfastly refused to do so.
“What do you like to do when you visit New York, Charlie?” He tried again.
“Emily and I like to go see musicals. Don’t we Emily? And last fall we took a great tour from a harbor boat with Spencer and his friend, Mark.” This time Charlie spoke her answer to Spencer. “Speaking of Mark. I’d like to see him. We should get together, the four of us, and go climbing again at the gym. Maybe tomorrow night, since I have to go home on Tuesday.”
“Sure,” Spencer replied, although his tone of voice was uncertain. “If Emily wants to go, I’m up for it.”
Now Josh was frowning, tapping the end of his fork on the table. Still Charlie refused to look his direction.
Emily bit her lips and lifted her napkin to her mouth to hide a chuckle. “That sounds great. I know we all had a lot of fun together last time. I may not be able to climb with my sore ankle, but I love watching you climb.”
Josh cleared his throat noisily. “Eh-hem! Girls aren’t any good at climbing.” He sat back expectantly, waiting for the fireworks. This time he wasn’t disappointed.
“You’re an idiot, if you believe that,” Charlie snarled, her eyes flashing. “I could beat you with my hands tied behind my back. Especially on a real climb, and not in some silly gym.”
He grinned triumphantly. “Prove it. Put your money where your mouth is. Or actually, I could think of something else I’d like to—”
“Shut up, you arrogant son of a... a biscuit!”
“Now, now. No need for a foul mouth. You can prove your superiority to me tomorrow night. It just so happens I’m off.”
“You’re not invited,” snapped Charlie.
“What gym do you climb at?” he asked Spencer.
“Uhmm...” He looked uncertainly at Charlie.
“Or if you want, you could concede now,” said Josh. “You could admit I won—that I got the better of you. It’s okay. There’s really no shame in being a member of the weaker sex.”
Charlie’s lips pressed into an angry line. “Tell him where we’re climbing, Spencer.”
“Are you and Grace coming?” Josh asked, interrupting Brad’s laughter.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
* * *
“What the heck was that?What happened with Josh and Charlie?” asked Spencer. He’d finally managed to get a moment alone with Emily. Brad and Josh had departed together, and Charlie was helping his sisters wash dishes. Spencer and Emily were going for a walk down the street to fetch milk for his mother.
Emily chuckled. “I think Josh decided it’s more fun to chase Charlie than to chase me.”
“Does that mean the doctor won’t be making any more early morning house calls?”
“I’m fairly certain. I think he just likes a challenge, and Charlie puts up a great fight. I feel sorry for Charlie, though. She was only protecting me when everything got turned around on her.”
“I should have just punched him out this morning when I saw him in the lobby.”
“There’s no need to be jealous of Josh. I don’t even like him.”
“Is there someone I should be jealous of? If not Asher Denning, someone else? What I really want to know is… Are we dating exclusively?”
“That’s the only way I’d ever date you. I don’t date around.”
“Good.” Relief flooded him. “I realized we hadn’t actually specified. I... You need to know... I really like you. A lot. More than I’ve ever liked another girl.” He hoped that was saying enough, but not too much. If he professed love, she’d probably literally run away, despite her sprained ankle.
“I like you, too.”
Warmth flooded him from his head to his toes. He stopped and turned to face her, pulling her into a hug.
“Spencer, we’re in public.”
“There’s no one anywhere near us, and no one is watching.” He squeezed her tightly, his hands on the small of her back, while he nuzzled her hair. He loved the way she smelled—her hair, her skin, everything. His hands slid up to cup her face, and he lifted her chin, lowering his mouth to hers. But as his lips feathered lightly against hers, she drew back.
“I... I can’t.”
“Seriously, Emily. No one is watching.” He tried to renew their kiss.
“It’s not that. I just don’t think we need to be kissing right now.”
“Why not?”
“Well, kissing leads to other things—more physical things. And I think we need to be ready for more commitment before we do that.”
“No more kissing?”
“At least for a while, until we’re, you know... more committed.”
“Okay.” He agreed with his mouth, but not his head. His mind was replaying their first kiss. How soft her lips felt. The caress of her tongue against his. How responsive she was. His heart sped up at the mere thought of kissing Emily. He’d have to find a way around this new rule. He took her hand in his. “Let’s go get the milk.”
He didn’t broach the subject during the entire expedition. Upon their return to the concrete steps outside their apartment he sat down, patting the space beside him.
“I’m not quite ready to face the crowd.” She sat beside him, and he picked up her hand, caressing her fingers. “Your hands are so elegant. They seem like an artist’s hands.” He lifted her hand to his lips and lightly kissed each digit, nibbling softly with his lips. Her eyelids fluttered closed. He leaned against the side rail and put his left arm around her, pulling her against him, cradling her head against his shoulder. His right hand came up and caressed the line of her jaw. “Your skin is so soft and beautiful, and I love that you don’t wear any makeup.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead and breathed in deeply, enjoying her scent. His hand skimmed lightly under her chin. Her breathing quickened and his fingers lifted her face toward his. He kissed her cheek and slid his lips down to her jaw. She raised her chin and exposed her neck, moaning softly. He gently kissed the tender skin on her neck where her blood pulsed madly. He moved back up to her face and feathered gentle kisses on her jaw and around her parted lips, never quite touching them with his.
He pulled away, breathing shallow breaths and concentrating to hold himself back. Emily’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes on his lips, moistening her own with her tongue. Abruptly, she leaned toward him and offered her mouth to him, her soft lips pressed to his, her tongue darting out, enticing him. With a groan he answered her invitation. His mouth slanted against hers. Their lips crushed together in passion.
His world shrank. He was aware of nothing but Emily. Nothing but her face, her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her neck. Nothing but the sensations that spread throughout his system. He pulled back and gasped for air, stopping himself just before his hand dropped down from her neck to forbidden parts. She sat up stiffly, pulling away, smoothing her mussed hair, staring at Spencer in alarm.
“That... that didn’t count. That was a farewell-to-kissing kiss.” He forced a smile, still trying to catch his breath.
“It has to be the last one,” she rasped. “We almost... You see what I mean—kissing is dangerous.”
“Nothing happened.”
“It almost did.”
“It did?” He couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped.
“Spencer, this is serious.”
“Sorry, sorry. It won’t happen again.” He made a vain attempt to sound contrite.
“Okay. That was the last time. Right?”
“Right,” he answered, hoping she couldn’t detect his insincerity. “Ready to take the milk inside?”
They climbed the steps side by side and entered the door without speaking. He was lost in thought. He’d waited a long time to find a girl he wanted to kiss, and it was even better than he thought it’d be. There was no way he wanted to give that up. There had to be another way.