“If he wasn’t going to offer his lips to me, I was going to take whatever part of him I could get between my teeth.”
* * *
The electricity in the air told me he was coming closer. Footsteps, barely audible, whispered along the floor behind me.
My hands fumbled for the canister. I needed to pop the top off and carefully remove the film.
I could feel him close behind me. He was really close. As I successfully removed the film from its canister, I could feel him move even nearer. I felt his breath by my ear and heard him gasp slightly as a curl fell forward and must have brushed against his face.
I was just about done putting the film around the reel when I felt his finger slowly push the tendril of hair back behind my ear.
I deftly finished coiling the film and placed it in the develop
