watching you through the window so I would know
when you went up to your room."
"How did you get through the gate?" I asked. I
knew no one would let him in.
"You think mere gates could stop me from
&
nbsp; seeing you?"
"You'd better go. Someone will see you or hear
you, Trevor."
"So? Didn't you ever read Romeo and Juliet?
Like Romeo, I'm willing to risk life and limb. I'm here
to climb up to your balcony." He turned as if there
was an audience watching and cried, "But soft! What
light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and
Celeste is the sun."
"But I don't have a balcony," I said, laughing. "Really? Well, then the roof of these bay
windows will have to stand in its place," he declared, and began to climb, pulling himself up to the bay
window roof.
"Trevor, stop. Go back. You can't do this," I
warned him, turning to be sure no one had overheard,
no one was coming into my room.
He hoisted himself to his feet and was now
standing with his face inches from mine.
"Hi," he said.
"You idiot. You're going to get us both into big
trouble. Get out of here before it's too late." "I wouldn't think of leaving without a kiss," he
said. "You're absolutely crazy."
"Crazy for you," he replied, and leaned on the
windowsill, closed his eyes, and pursed his lips. "If I kiss you, will you go?"
"Probably not," he said, "but it's worth a try." When I leaned in closer to kiss him, I smelled