Ben
Foxy was quiet on the drive back. She wasn’t crying I had checked several times out the corner of my eye, but she was quietly thinking of things.
She was silent for so long that it was starting to grate on my nerves.
“Are you doing ok over there?” I asked finally.
Foxy’s Head turned to me as we drove along. And the smile on her face was dazzling.
It made something settle inside of me.
She wasn’t upset at all. She was beaming from ear to ear.
“Thank you.” Her voice was breathy. Leaning over she pressed her lips to my cheek. Startled the car swerved. Riding up onto the grass verge. I slammed on the breaks.
“What was that for?” I wasn’t complaining but it had been unexpected. It wasn’t even that we hadn’t kissed before. We had gone much further than that. But she had
