Make Me Yours
Kim reached across the table to pat my hand, a kind gesture that worked as good as a hug when it came from her.
“It wasn’t,” I didn’t know how to describe it. I knew one thing for sure, I couldn’t get rid of this big grin which seemed to be plastered all over my face. It was a grin that was telling the world that no longer did I have my v-card. It was gone, forever lost and it wasn’t coming back!
Not that it could, even if I wanted it to.
“That’s great, it really is.” Kim smiled and I could see her mood lift visibly. “Any plans with Mr. Thursday?” She asked and stood up to wash up our coffee cups. I’d decided to grab a raspberry danish on the way to class so we hadn’t made breakfast.