The temptation to say yes, to leave, was so overwhelming she even uttered the word aloud. Could she really? Disappear off into the night with her former schoolmate, without a word? Would she?
Because the answers weren't as readily apparent as she thought they would be, as she felt they should be, Penelope sighed and gave a small shake of her head, unprepared to reply for the time being. She closed the minute space between their upper bodies and lay her head on his shoulder, finding it a warm, safe place to breathe for a moment, if not compose her thoughts.
What had she done? What did kissing this boy mean? Surely she loved her boyfriend, surely this was not an indication of some lurking, nefarious feeling to the contrary.
Unfortunately, her head was too full of faces and lips and other unhelpful things to answer any of her questions.
"I should go," she said, lifting her head. Exhaling, her naturally straight shoulders slumped slightly as she looked from side to side, adding softly, "I should find the people I came with." Penelope knew she would have to move soon, but other than the somewhat guilty, somewhat curious stare she bestowed upon Louis, gave no indication of doing such.
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