Two Schools Out - Forever

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We got a ride back to Anne's with Sam's third-oldest sister, who'd just gotten her license. Sam walked me up to Anne's front porch.

"Thanks," I said, feeling awkward and at a loss again. "I had a really good time."

"Me too," said Sam. "You're not like other girls I've met."

You can say that again, pal.

"Is that good or bad?" I asked.

"Good. Definitely good." Sam really did have a nice smile. He moved closer to me, put one hand on my shoulder and the other under my chin. My eyes went wide when he kissed me. We were almost the same height, and he wasn't as lean and hard as Fang. He kissed me again, angling his head the other way, and he put his arms around my waist.

You know what? My wings didn't even cross my mind. I closed my eyes and just went with it. Oh, my God, kissing.

Go with the flow, Max.

For once, the Voice had something worthwhile to say.

An irritated little beep came from the car-Sam's sister wanted to get home.

We broke apart, both of us wide-eyed and laughing a little.

"Whoa," Sam said, and I nodded in agreement.

"You better go," I said. "But thanks again, for everything. It was great."

"Yeah." Sam looked like he wanted to kiss me again, but his sister tapped the horn once more. Looking regretful, he went down the steps and across the dark driveway. "Talk to you tomorrow," he called back over his shoulder.

"Yeah."

They drove off, leaving me alone with feelings I didn't even have words for.