Wendy’s first instinct was to push
Jeffery away, shocked as she was to being kissed most ardently and held so
closely, right there on the bleachers in front of the Skylerton middle school’s
soccer field. The shock wore off quickly, however. How could it not? This was
right, this was how it should be.
Oh, how Wendy missed being held like
this, kissed like this, loved like this. She clung to Jeffery fervently kissing
him back. Her fingers tangled in his hair drawing him closer until she thought
she would melt right into him…a part of her did.
She forgot all else. They both did. The
crowd moved about them, alternately cheering the winners of the game and
lamenting the losers, but Wendy and Jeffery noticed none of this. They were in
their own world.
“Um…I’ll go find Stevie,” Cindy said,
slipping past the kissing couple and weaving through slow moving parents and
lingering kids to get down off the bleachers and onto the field.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. and Mrs…oh, wait,
isn’t that Wendy Meadows now? But this is strange. Aren’t you supposed to be
separated? I’m all confused.”
