"Get off your feet. Trent."
I helped him back to his bed. He sat and then lowered himself slowly and stared up at the ceiling.
"Are you all right? Do you want something?"
"I'm okay. It's easing up. I wouldn't take the painkillers. I knew you and I were going to study tonight." he said.
"Oh. Well, maybe you should now."
"Yeah. I guess. Let me call for your taxi first." he said, then struggled into a sitting position and lifted the phone receiver, "Maybe you can get me a glass of water in the meantime."
"Of course," I said, and hurried out to the kitchen. It was so long and wide, with beautiful cabinets and granite counters. I found the cabinet with the glasses and filled one with water.
"The cab will be here in ten minutes." he said when I returned. He was lying back on his pillow. I gave him the glass of water, and he took a pill out of the bottle on the nightstand and downed it quickly.
"'Do you want me to put away your albums?"
"No, that's all right. Relax." he said, patting the space beside him. I sat, and he reached up to touch my shoulder. "Looking at you already takes the pain away."
"Sure it does," I said, smiling at him
skeptically.
"Kissing you does for sure," he followed. He fixed his eyes on mine, and I smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. It was a longer kiss, his arms around me, holding me until I sprawled out beside him and he kissed me on the cheek, ran his fingers through my hair, and then turned my face to kiss me again. He lowered his chin to my breasts and moved over them, gently caressing them with his cheek. It clamped a surge of warmth over me that brought a small moan from my lips.
Most of the girls my age had done far more with boys and were far more experienced. Of course. I wandered if I had kissed him right, if I should let him touch me as he was touching me, but the excitement and the gentle way he caressed me kept panic and fear deeply buried under my awn fascination with every new feeling.
"If I could keep you here beside me all night, my ankle would be all better in the morning." he whispered.
"Sure. I'm a miracle worker. I have the power in my hands and lips."
"To me you do," he said. He kissed me again, this time with his hands moving over my breasts. I started to pull away, but he fell back instead and smiled. "Wow. I'm feeling the pill already," he said. "Do me a favor. Take off the shoe on my left foot. And the sock."
I did so quickly. He sat up and raised his arms,
"My shirt," he said.
I helped him lift it off his body. He undid the buckle of his belt. "I'll sleep in my underwear tonight." he said. "Tug away,"
I had come over to study history, and I was about to help him take off his pants? My moment of hesitation made him laugh.
"It's just like looking at someone in a bathing suit." he said.
I shook my head but did it Then I folded them and put them on a hanger for him. I did the same with his shirt.
"Thanks," he said, shifting under his blanket.
We heard the taxi driver sounding the horn,
"It's all paid for. You don't have to leave him a tip or anything."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes. I am now." he said, smiling with his eyes closed. "I'm just going to lie here and dream about you."
It brought a smile to my face. I thought for a moment, and then I leaned over and kissed him.
"Did I turn into a frog," he muttered, "or a prince?"