The Private Lesson (Lucas)

I smile. Kissing makes an excellent substitute for when you don't know what to say. Plus, you might, just might, like me a little, or maybe a lot. Before she can answer, I kiss her, gently, but with a little more passion than before. I pull away after a few seconds, still not letting go of her. What do you think it is? I ask her slightly breathless, referring to my previous question. Kendall, we'll take this at your pace. I don't need an "I'm in love with you" right now. A kiss every once and a while, and I'm happy. I don't need an I love you, all I need is an assertion from her that she does want to be with me, that she'd even consider being my girlfriend. That's all I need. I don't think I've ever been more attracted to someone in my entire life. God, I want to kiss her again and never let her go. I want to walk down the streets, her hand in mine. I want people to know that she chose me. I'm silently hoping that she'll invite herself to take a seat on the couch. We don't even have to talk; I'm happy wrapping an arm around her and enjoying the silence. I sound like a sap. God, is that what she's turning me into? Oh whatever, she can turn me into whatever she likes.