Now that Neville was actually alone with Linda, not just in class with her, he allowed his brain to remember what her lips had tasted like, and what it had felt like to hold on to her. Usually he wouldn't let himself think about this when they were together because others were around and it didn't seem proper, but it was a completely different story when there were no eyes staring at them and waiting for them to do the smallest thing so they could run off and tell everyone they knew.
Do it again? But they weren't near any plants, at least right now, that couldn't be used as an excuse. Unless, of course, she was referring to actually going back to the Greenhouse again. Or maybe there was no better excuse than the fact that he wanted to taste her lips again and have her close to his body. But he could never state such a thing so bluntly, his nerves would never allow it. "Yes, I suppose we could. There are lot of things around that could use our help, I reckon," he swallowed.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
