Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

thing.” Was she still speaking English? Were there any
sentences coming together?
“So what I’m saying is, I wish I hadn’t acted that way
to you. I wish I hadn’t acted like I didn’t like you or
didn’t care, because I really do . . . I really do . . . not feel
like how I maybe seemed like I might feel.”
She looked at him with pleading eyes. She had tried, she
really had. She was afraid it was the best she could do.
His eyes were as full as hers were. “Oh, Lena,” he
said. He took both her sweaty hands in his. He seemed to
understand that it was the best she could do.
He pulled her close to him. With him perched on the
wall and her standing, they were almost the same height.
Her legs touched his. She could smell his slightly ashy
boy smell. She felt like she might faint.
His face was right there, beautiful and shadowy in the
flickering light. His lips were right there. With a courage
possessed somewhere not within her body, she leaned
forward ever so slightly and kissed his lips. It was a kiss
and a question.
He answered the question by pulling her into him,
pressing her body tightly against his with both arms, and
his kiss was long and deep.
She had one last thought before she left off thinking
and gave herself over to feeling. I never imagined heaven
would be so hot.
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