Then, she took her leg off mine and kind of sat on my lap facing me.
She looked right into my eyes, and she never blinked. Not once. Her face looked warm and different.
And she leaned down and started kissing my neck and ears. Then my cheeks. Then my lips.
And everything kind of melted away. She took my hand and slid it up her sweater, and I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
Or what breasts felt like. Or later, what they looked like. Or how difficult bras are.
After we had done everything you can do from the stomach up, I lay down on the floor, and Mary Elizabeth put her head on my chest.
We both breathed very slowly and listened to the music and the fire crack.
When the last song was over, I felt her breath on my chest. “Charlie?” “Uh-huh?” “Do you think I’m pretty?” “I think you’re very pretty.”
“Really?” “Really.” Then, she held on to me a little tighter, and for the next half hour, Mary Elizabeth didn’t talk at all.
All I could do was lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty,
and how much she changed when I answered, and how Sam said she didn’t like things like that, and how much my arm was beginning to hurt.
Thank God we heard the automatic garage door opener when we did. Love always, Charlie.
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