ChoicesChapter 7 The day after
We stayed to see in the sunrise. Not much else happened physically; I knew exactly what a sixteen-year-old would be doing in my place, and managed to fight down the impulses. Besides, the kiss earlier was just about as far as I dared to take it at the moment. So we talked. I found out that she would be starting her sophomore year in the fall. She was the youngest of three children, and literally the baby of the family (her sister and brother are eighteen and fifteen years older,...