SIXTY EIGHT

"Thanks for the ride," Natasha said to the teenage boy as she climbed down his bike. She smiles shyly under his scrutinizing gaze, biting her lower lip, then looking down. Her heat leaped a bit when he gave her a bright smile in return.

"The pleasure is all mine," he answered, giving her a kiss on her cheek. "I will see you in school tomorrow?"

She nodded, her insides, dancing with joy. "Yes," she answered. "You will see me in school tomorrow. " He nodded, gave her another kiss, said bye, revved up his bike and drove away. Natasha bit her inner cheek as she watched him drive away. If someone had told her that she would be riding on her crush's bike and he would be kissing her cheek, she never would have believed the person. But well, it happened. She couldn't believe her luck. She grinned. 'Wait until I tell Malvika about it,' she thought. 'She would be so excited for me.'

With those thoughts, Natasha joyfully skipped into the house. She walked past the empty living room and climbed