Janet sighed
contentedly. She loved the feel of Wes’ arms around her. Her head lay on his
shoulder, so she was comfy-cozy as you please. She smiled and turned to kiss
his neck. “I’m glad we did this,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he
replied, kissing her temple and pulling her closer. When she looked up he
kissed her sweet lips and they fell into bliss again.
Anyone seeing them like
this would think they were miles from anyone in a romantic setting, perhaps sitting
by a lake watching the sunset. Instead, they were high up on the bleachers at
Orianco high school smack in the middle of a boisterous crowd of football
fanatics, mostly West-Castillo fans alternately cheering and moaning as their
team did well or poorly. They were mostly moaning and groaning.
Janet and Wes,
however, were not in the least interested with the game. Neither did the noise
bother them, not one bit. Even the kid next to Wes suddenly jumping up when a
touchdown was imminent, and accidently stepping on his foot in frustration when
Luke Tramaine himself ran the ball over the line, didn’t register. When they
broke apart from their kiss, they smiled and continued ignoring the game, speaking
softly amongst all that noise.
“I missed you so
bad, Janet. I didn’t like sharing you with Luke,” he said.
She giggled and had
been about to say something sarcastic about Luke being a
