By: Laura K.
Afterward, they laid there, awkwardly silent.
It had been…fine. She’d enjoyed herself, but…was there some varsity level, more fun than this? (Wasn’t he supposed to be such a pro?) She didn’t really feel different. He would stop cajoling her now, finally; that was a plus.
Still and all. The sun was warm on her bare skin. The crickets buzzed endlessly. She couldn’t hear another soul. I did good, she thought, satisfied with herself.
He stirred. She’d nearly forgotten he was there.
“So,” he said. “What do you want to do now?”
Her turn. “Let’s go get ice cream.”