"I'll be as quiet as a feather," he promised, and
kept coming. I stepped back and waited until he was
completely inside. He was already inside my heart. I
couldn't help; but be amused by his antics and charm. "You're going to get us both into big trouble," I
said, but not with much firmness.
"Really great things, important things, are
always full of risk, but usually worth it," he replied,
and reached for my hand to pull me closer to him. I realized how thin and flimsy the material
between my naked body and him was when his hands
moved up from my waist and slowly came around to
caress my breasts while we kissed again, this time
longer.
"You know, Celeste," he said. "I would never
tell anyone I believed in love at first sight until I saw
you walk into homeroom the other day. It was as if
my heart had been sleeping in my chest, pretending to
beat, because suddenly it thumped like someone
pounding his fist on my bedroom door to wake me up. "And when you looked at me, held me in your
gaze like you did, I was ready to kiss your feet." "You're just saying that because you're drunk,
Trevor Foley."
"I don't have to be drunk to tell you what's in
my heart," he replied, and kissed me again.
All Ami's words and warnings hovered about
my head flapping their wings like hysterical
butterflies, trying desperately to get an audience with
my whirling brain, but I refused to pay attention. I
didn't stop him from backing me up to my bed, and
when he kissed my neck and moved his hand over the
nightgown, guiding it off my shoulder, I didn't stop
him.