Chapter 8
“Can I kiss you?” I was able to ignore my incorrect grammar.
“I’d like that.”
His head moved closer, and we engaged. The feelings that were running through my body were so difficult to describe. A warm, light-headed and all-over tingle.
After a short while I pulled back. “I went shopping the other day and should have a few goodies left. Have you eaten?” I asked, then winced at my stupid comment.
“Thanks, that would be nice,” Mark replied, obviously choosing to go along with my odd behaviour.
We both got up together. I didn’t want to break the body contact completely, so I held his hand and Mark didn’t seem to mind. We went into the kitchen to see what was available. I suggested what British Rail would call an ‘All Day Breakfast’: bacon, sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, and fried bread. I also scrambled a few eggs.
We decided to eat at the table in the kitchen. Our knees would often touch as we sat there and, when this happened, we would look up and smile at each other.