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I pulled into a Barnes & Noble. We sat talked even more. I explained some things, and you listened and responded sweetly. I asked if I may kiss you and you nodded. Like magic, I felt my heartbeat change. We walked the bookcases holding hands, talking stories and authors. Our night had to end. We sat back in my car under the summer stars. You turned and said, “I want to see where this goes. I don’t want to see anyone else and no pressure.” I didn’t feel pressure. I knew three things: I wanted the same, I needed to take it slow and sober. One more thing: this is only day 1. I couldn’t wait for day 2.


2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College