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look of naked panic on his face. "Don't say it! Mastriani, I am warning you—"
"—ve you."
"Itold you"—He wadded the rag up and threw it viciously into a far corner of the
barn—"not to say it."
"I'm sorry," I said, gravely. "But I am afraid my unbridled passion was simply
too great to hold in check a moment longer."
A second later it appeared that in actuality Rob was the one suffering from the
unbridled passion, not me. At least if the way he grabbed me by the shoulders,
dragged me toward him, and started kissing me was any indication.
While it was, of course, highly gratifying to be kissed by a young man who was
clearly so incapable of controlling his tremendous ardor for me, it has to be
remembered that we were kissing in a barn, which at the end of November is not
the warmest place to be at night. Furthermore, it wasn't like there were any
comfy couches or beds nearby for him to throw me down on or anything. I suppose
we could have done it in the hay, but
a)eew,and
b) my passion for Rob is notthatunbridled .
I mean, sex is a big enough step in any relationship without doing it in an old
barn. Um, no thank you. I am willing to wait until the moment is right—such as
prom night. In the unlikely event I am ever invited to prom. Which, considering
that my boyfriend is already a high school graduate, seems unlikely. Unless of
courseI invitehim .
But again,eew .
"I think I should go home now," I said, the next time we both came up for air.
"That," Rob said, resting his forehead against mine and breathing hard, "would
probably be a good idea."
So I went in and said thank you to Rob's mom, who was sitting on the couch with
Just-Call-Me-Gary watching TV in a snuggly sort of position that, had Rob seen
it, might just have sent him over the edge. Fortunately, however, he did not see
it. And I did not tell him about it, either.
"Well," I said to him, as I climbed behind the wheel of my mom's car. "Seeing as
how we aren't broken up anymore, do you want to do something Saturday? Like go
see a movie or whatever?"
"Gosh, I don't know," Rob said. "I thought you might be busy with your good
friend Joanne."
"Look," I said. It was so cold out that my breath was coming out in little white
puffs, but I didn't care. "My parents have a lot to deal with right now. I mean,
there's the restaurant, and Mike dropping out of Harvard. . . ."
"You're never going to tell them about me, are you?" Rob's gray eyes bore into
me.
"Just let me give them a chance to adjust to the idea," I said. "I mean, there's
the whole thing with Douglas and his job, and Great-aunt Rose, and—"
"And you and the psychic thing," he reminded me, with just the faintest trace of
bitterness. "Don't forget you and the psychic thing."
"Right," I said. "Me and the psychic thing." The one thing I could never forget,
no matter how much I tried.
"Look, you better get going," Rob said, straightening up. "I'll follow behind,
and make sure you get home okay."
"You don't have to—"
"Mastriani," he said. "Just shut up and drive."