In the morning,
she had to leave early to attend a lecture.
Keith rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of trunks from one of the
piles on the floor. He offered her tea
and breakfast but she was afraid to stay, in case it all started to go
wrong. At the door as he kissed her
goodbye, she was hesitant. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never made love with a man before.
She’d never spent the night with one.
He hugged her and
kissed her.
“See ya tonoight,”
he said.
“Yeah,” she said,
glad to run away from the embarrassment, glad also that they were going to meet
again.
The whole day at
uni she was filled with happiness, going from classroom to classroom in a daze,
barely registering what the lecturers said.
Luke was at the
student café in the uni grounds at lunch, sitting as usual at the end of a
refectory table by himself, ignored by the students around him.
“Well?” he asked,
on a rising tone.
“Well nothing.”
“Something. You spend the night out and come back looking
like the cat that got the cream. Was it
nice?”
She didn’t want to
talk about it. Talking would spill the
happiness. It had to be kept secret,
private, or the happiness would vanish.
“Yeah.” She grinned defiantly at him.
“Well, tell me,
then.”
“No.”
He looked so hurt
she amended that to, “maybe later,” and then added, reluctantly, “but it was
good. Mostly.” She didn’t want to talk about how she’d
tightened up. That was too personal even
for Luke. She was suddenly filled with
melancholy and amazement that she shared something intensely private about
herself with another man, now. Not her
father. Nor her best friend. Just a bloke she’d met in a café.
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