A Change with Sam

She smiled up at me, her face red and a few tears slipping out of her eyes. I felt the difference in breathing, and the way that time just slowed, and leaned in. She accepted my kiss full on the lips, and then we kissed again. Against my desires to rush anything, I let my tongue slip into her mouth, and she met me with her own. We kissed soft and slow, my hands moving to her waste and touching her skin where her jacket had slipped up her body. My fingers traced lines across her soft skin as I continued to kiss her. She made a little gasp, and then pulled away.

"Wait. Just wait," she said, pulling back into the couch. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked cuter than before. "You don't know everything."

I touched her side again, drawing my hand slowly across the soft material of her blouse, inside her jacket. "It's okay. Do I need to?" I asked her.

Sam stared deep into my eyes as if weighing my sincerity. Either it wasn't enough or she didn't' see what she wanted to find, because she stood up from the couch and pulled her jacket sleeves down around her wrists. "Thank you Brett. Really, you have no idea. But I just can't right now. I can't. I think you should go," she said.

I nodded and stood, taking one of her hands into mine. I leaned in for a quick kiss and she turned, my kiss landing somewhere on her cheek. I smiled as convincingly as I could, and then walked out her door.

A night, a day, a night, a day, a night. Nothing. I saw Sam at school but she didn't approach me. Once in the hallways I saw her staring at me, deeply, and when I walked towards her she disappeared into the crowds like a gheist.

"Such a strange girl," one of my friends said. The others echoed the sentiment with their laughs and grunts.

"It's her birthday tomorrow," one said.

"Really? How the hell do you know that?" I asked, incredulous.

"I don't know, I have memory for those things. I've been going to school with her for years. We just don't talk," he said.