As I sat there alone in the truck waiting for him to get in, I licked my own lips, still able to taste him on them, while I closed my eyes, remembering how he made me feel, as images of his lips on mine flashed before my eyes. The sound of his door opening made me quickly open my eyes, pushing back those images that were playing in my head, as he started the truck.
The drive to my grandmother’s house was done in silence, as I stared out the window, not daring to glance over at him. I was afraid now that I had started something, something that my heart wanted, but I knew it couldn’t have, but then he knew my plans for leaving before he kissed me, making me wonder if he too needed to feel a connection with someone but didn’t want strings attached. Maybe if this was the case, then this migh
