Kisses Are… I 49B

=Peggy tucked herself in between her many throw pillows against her headboard in the middle of her bed, her text book open on her lap, her mind far far away. A kiss from Bradley. That was one of the three things that occupied her mind. Along with how she’s still amazed at how they got her alone in the midst of her friends and that boy who came up to them and was made to regret waking up that morning somehow.

Back to the main one. The one that had her wondering what it will be like to have Bradley standing before her and holding her like she’s read in those novels Sherry had in her room. She’d saved those imagined thoughts for Trip but that’s not happening. With how sincere he sounded it wouldn’t be bad. Besides, he’ll definitely know what he’s doing even though she doesn’t. It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to agree to this. What’s the worst that can happen?