" his arms were still around me, and one hand was rubbing my hair. His other hand was half rubbing my back."I'm sorry. I shouldn't be..." I tried to p...ull away, but he tightened his arms."No Lauren. Stay. Cry. It's okay. Do whatever you need to."So I stayed in his arms, and cried.Eventually, my tears dried up. I had been reduced to nothing but smudged makeup, red eyes, and a runny nose. He could have easily put me in my place, and hurt me like none other.But he was above that. He took the. “I’m sorry that that was so quick,” he apologizes sympathetically.Jasmine rolls over to face him. “It’s fine,” she says with a reassuring smile. “It’s all the excitement of this. You’ll eventually get bored of me and it will take longer to cum.”“I don’t think I could ever get bored of you,” he says smiling. “I’ve gotten bored before and no relationship has ever started off this way.” He leans in and kisses her deeply.“And what about when people find out?” she asks. It’s a legitimate question,. " I kissed her and scooted out the door. I figured she'd be up and out the door soon enough herself, heading over to my parent's house to try to find out whether or not they had set her up. In a way I'd have liked to have been there to see it. Ellen didn't often go up against someone like my mother. I was counting on the seeds of doubt I'd planted having sufficient time to germinate in Ellen's mind before my mother got the chance to talk her out of her fears. I figured mom would probably manage. “Um ... um ... Hi, Heather,” he stammered. “How’d you know I was Noah?”“I’ve known you since you were born,” Heather laughed. “Anyway, I can see the birthmark on your shoulder.” She reached out and pointed to the small birthmark on his left shoulder. “Connor’s mark is on his right shoulder.”“Hi, Heather,” Connor said as he raced up to greet my date.“Hi, Connor,” Heather said.“Hi, sweetie,” I said as I arrived at the front door. “Thanks for driving over. It will make the logistics much simpler.