TWENTY-TWO C

He had one hand round her waist and the other on her face while her hands gripped his shirt. Lacey had practically forgotten all about Dennis and his words. She had to tell Tom though. Maybe when he wasn't kissing her. They were behind a hidden colum. Almost too in the dark for anyone to see their faces. "What happened to not kissing me in the dark?"

"I miss you and I need a kiss before the game. We could keep not making out in the dark to strictly cinemas." They kept kissing.

"I like that idea. Tom."

"Mm hmm?"

"Dennis didn't believe me."

"Then ignore him. I know I was very close to giving up when you ignored me."

She laughed. Now all her worries about that were gone. Her phone began to ring. "Its my mother." She cleared her throat. His lips moved down to her neck. "Mother?"

"You're late."

She bit her lip. "I know. I went home. I'll be leaving soon." He chuckled.

"Hurry up."

"I will." The line went dead. "I have to go."

"I know. Me too." He stepped back with