I sat and thought for a second, lightly rubbing the spot she’d kissed and realized that maybe she was thanking me for more than the ride. That was not routine. Age, perhaps, or maybe simply because we’d been close all our lives. She shifted a bit so that her head rested on my shoulder. There were lots of cars in the parking lot when we got there; excellent, I thought; I didn’t want to be one of the first and stand around waiting. I love you.” She paused, focusing her thoughts. My hands seemed just as skilled despite the same paucity of experience. To top it off she looked up at me again and if I ever saw a woman ready for a kiss, it was right there.
