It wasn't a passionate kiss, but neither was it just a peck.Desperately, Art clamped down on the pheromones that he had almost let slip."Thank you," s...he quietly said, unaware of Art's predicament, her voice laden with sincerity."You're most welcome," he managed in an almost-normal voice, hoping she would get up soon.A look passed between Jeff and Jennie when Hope regained her feet. Jennie plopped down in the newly vacanted lap and kissed Art. Like, Hope's, the kiss was a tender one, and not. I go to high school and work a part time jobs after school and weekends.Since money is tight she has us counting every penny. I love my mum to death, but she can over do the, 'We have to save where we can.' bit.It was a hot humid, sweaty nights where there is no breeze. I'm laying in bed on top of sweat covered sheets wishing for a cool breeze. I hear my mother also tossing and turning in her bed. Finally, not being able to stand the heat any more, I get out of my bed and go knock on my mum's. “I’ll just get a taxi,” she said.He half laughed.“Come on, Alyssa. You know me.”She looked at him. He was hard to look at but she didn't want to stop.“Okay,” she said. “I’ll just let Alice know.”“Great. I’ll see you outside.”*Kent’s car smelled like cigarettes and him. Alyssa sat in the passenger seat and he got in next to her and started the engine and pulled out into the traffic. Saturday night. The streets were busy, the sky blue and grey and black, making the world seem like something out. He lays you down on the bed, and you partly close your eyes and smile in contentment as he crawls on, half beside you and half on top. He kisses the hollow of your throat and you feel his eyelashes flutter on your skin. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispers, and picks up a handful of petals to drop them along your body and hair. You giggle a little, not at him but at yourself because you probably look like a naked wood nymph and thus a little silly right now, but his laugh is only in pure love. No matter.