Thirteen
We cuddled on top of the blanket and underneath Lazlo’s coat.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, gently stroking my hair.
“Amazing,” I said, “That was, well, I think we should do that more.”
He smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, landing a kiss on my forehead. “I’d never, I mean not with someone that hadn’t ever, so I hope it was alright.”
I looked into his eyes. “It was perfect, Laz,” I said as I ran my hand across his shirt.
“Well, I don’t know about perfect. Here we are in a cold shed, half-dressed. It’s not what I wanted for you.”
“In a way, it’s fitting. You and I have spent quite a bit of time here over the years. It’s been our secret spot. If it’d been warmer, yeah, that would have been nice,” I chuckled.
Suddenly he sat up. “s**t, I can feel Mother’s mag
