Smells Like Lavender

Chapter 13

Lavender

I grinned as my parents kissed me goodnight.

Then I frowned when they closed the door.

I touched my lips gently.

I could remember his indecisiveness.

My cheeks grew warm at the thought.

I fluster him.

Not as much as he does me but a little.

But the kisses.

Was that even legal?

For him to kiss me like that?

When my parents kiss it's just a quick peck.

I've never seen my parents kiss the way he kissed me behind that tent.

It was so intimate and so spicy.

And...

His hands on my hips.

And...

I liked it.

*******

Justin

The next morning I left for school early.

I don't know why.

I could've left at the time that I normally leave and still have gotten there to meet her.

I didn't see her outside so I stopped by the office to see my social worker.

I checked again and she still wasn't outside so I went into the classroom where we usually wait for the first period bell.

So this is where she was.

She was sitting at one of the desks, drawing on her little board.

I stopped in front of her and she looked at me, waving.

She turned the board around.

Good morning.

It was written in neat, cursive handwriting. She had been waiting for me.

I put my bag on the floor and sat next to her.

She blushed, smiling creepily.

So how's life?

I rolled my eyes.

Decent.

She tapped her nails on the desk.

The staccato sound made my ears hurt and I put my hand on top of hers to stop it.

Her cheeks blushed as she pulled her hand away and handed me her board.

If you want to make out again you can just ask.

I showed this to her and she shook her head.

I can't do that. I'd be awkward.

So you don't deny that you want to make out again.

It took her a minute to respond to this one.

No. I don't know what I want to do.

I'm sure you don't.

She rolled her eyes, looking away.