whiskey on his breath and snapped my head back.
"You've been drinking!"
"Just enough to boost my courage," he said, and
held up his thumb and forefinger. "Waverly's parties
get a little wild. Booze comes out of the faucets. It's
like a Roman orgy."
"So how come you left?"
"I quickly realized you weren't there," he said.
"No one tried to take my place?"
"Many tried, none succeeded," he declare. He
closed his eyes again and wavered. I thought he was
going to fall off the narrow roof and reached out for
him.
"Trevor! You're making me nervous," I said,
gripping his arm.
"Have a drink," he said, "and boost your
courage." He reached into his back pocket and
produced a small metal flask. He offered it, then he
opened it and took a sip. "Now, I can face anyone and
anything," he declared, and moved to crawl through
my window.
"Trevor!" I cried in a hoarse whisper. "My kiss, please," he said halfway in. I kissed him quickly. He kept his eyes closed. "A little too fast," he said. "Didn't have time to
register. Replay, please."
"You fool," I said, but I kissed him and held my
lips to his longer and firmer.
When I pulled away this time, he opened his
eyes and looked at me with such affection and clear
desire, I felt what Ami said I would feel, a loss of
control, art eagerness to continue, a tingle down my
spine that swept all caution away.