The End of the Rainbow (Hudson 4)

the schoolwork."

"So?"

He looked at the closed bedroom door and then

at me. "What?" I demanded.

"I can't look at you in here and not want to kiss

you," he said without hesitation.

For a moment I thought I had lost the power of

speech. I tried to swallow, but couldn't. He shrugged

and stood up.

"Maybe if I let that over with. I can

concentrate," he said in a very matter-of-fact tone of

voice: then he casually stepped over to the bed and

leaned down to take my shoulders in his hands and

bring his lips to mine. I was too shocked even to utter a note of resistence. It was a long, warm kiss. When

his lips left mine, my eyes were still closed. As soon as I opened them, he kissed me again.

Then he stepped back as I caught my breath. "Okay," he said. "I feel better," He walked back

to his seat, looked at his papers and turned to me. "I

missed the end of the last question, number ten." He lifted his pen, and waited.

"Number ten?" he repeated.

I guess I looked like I was in a state of shock.

"What? Oh, ves, that was about Macbeth. "

I flipped through the pages of notes while he

waited. Every time I glanced at him, he had that soft,

happy smile on his lips. Finally. I found the question

and repeated it. He nodded and turned back to the

paper.

I felt my cheeks because it seemed to me they

were on fire.

Then I quickly buttoned my blouse and finally

managed to swallow and take a deep breath. After he left. I stayed up as long as I could to