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"Really?" I chuckle. "Was I thatbad?"

"No! You were that good." She grins a sideways grin. "I was too shy to even go there in my mind during theday."

I grin sideways at her too. "But atnight?"

"At night I belonged toyou."

"I like the way thatsounds."

Shegrins.

"I should have at least found you inschool."

"We ran in differentcircles."

"I shouldhave…."

"Zane, don’t. It’s notnecessary."

"Yeah,but…."

"I’m just as much to blame. I let you go and if you would have ridden over or found me in school, I would have pushed you away. You were too much forme."

She’s right. When I saw her in school, she was shy, awkward, and in need of a makeover in a bad way; and I was the jock on campus. I grin remembering, then look back. "We were justkids."

"Yes, we were justkids."

"I wonder how things would have turned out if I had never movedaway?"

She laughs. "I used to imagine that verything."

I laugh too. "I would have been crawling through your window." I look down at her tits. "Those girls would have forced me to find you and be bad withyou."

She looks down, blushing, but shelaughs.

I slip my hand over her ear and tilt her face back. My lips find hers and as we kiss getting reacquainted, her sweet, softness surges into the depths of my soul as flashes of pictures race across my eyelids. My mind having located those past conversations, opens the floodgates of memories and my mouth possesses hers, letting her know that I have no intention of leaving her ever again. She was my best friend forever. Her hand lays on top of mine and she returns my kiss matching mypassion.

Blake clears his throat as he sets the pizza down. "I hate to interrupt this part of the reunion, but your food isready."

When I let her go, I feel mushy and high at the sametime.

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