8 Chapter 8

Just for a minute, I hated him enough to hope he was straight. He yanked me out of the bushes and wiped the snow off my face with his bare hand, looking concerned. I instantly forgave him. In fact, I forgave him for everything he had ever done in his life to anyone, and extended it into the future. I never knew that love could make you hot all over, as well as making the knees become weak, and raising the urge to humiliate oneself just to touch or even inhale the other’s breath.

Then he ruined it, saying, “You’re okay! Buckle up and let’s ride, pardner!”

I followed him towards the church like a puppy.