Eric adjusted his body. He didn’t break his lip-lock on Michelle. There were five or six private places at school. Freshman year, Eric had seen a lot of kids making out there.
Now, here he was with Michelle.
Eric had his hands on the small of her back. She felt tiny in his arms. Delicate. They were pressed together. Everything felt so perfect and good.
He wished the bell wasn’t going to ring soon. To stay like this all day would be sweet. How far would she let him go?
Liam and Lance talked like their girlfriends did whatever they wanted. Eric wanted it to be that way with Michelle. But at the same time, he didn’t. He liked knowing there were limits. Boundaries. It made things fun. They could go right to the edge and stop.
“You’re a good kisser,” Michelle said, grinning.
“Thanks,” he said. “You are too.”
Danielle had told him the same thing. “You’re a good kisser, Eric.” It was right after their first kiss. She’d seemed surprised. It was probably because they’d both been newbies.
“Where are you taking me this weekend?” Michelle asked.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere,” she said softly. “Anywhere, Eric, as long as it’s with you.”