““Somehow Jason and I ended up on the very last seat. Maybe everyone else was just too tired to walk that far. Jason put his arm around me and drew me up against his side. Once the coach called the roster and everyone was accounted for, we headed home. It was really dark on the bus. It didn’t seem as windy. Maybe because Jason was holding me close. Then he kissed me. A really long, slow, deep kiss. A kiss that made me see fireworks. When he pulled back, I could see him grinning, even in the darkness. “I love the flavor of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.” “You know where you can always get a taste,” I said. He kissed me again.””
