Chapter Ten
Exhausted, we finally dropped to the couch, having worn ourselves out. But it felt good all the same, though mostly in knowing that I was with someone who knew how to make me feel good and brighten my spirits.
So we sat next to each other on the couch, talking and giggling and drinking sodas, and then I leaned against her and sighed.
“You’re good to me,” I chuckled softly, rubbing my nose against her shoulder.
Gayle pulled back, replying with a snicker, “Are you wiping your grubby nose on me?”
I laughed, and she flung her arm around me, as we sat back. Then something startling happened, though I knew it wasn’t intentional on her part. When Gayle put her arm around me, her hand hung limp over my shoulder with her fingers dangling just atop the upper half of my breast. An al
