What was I doing? Was I plucking your eyebrows?
I remember sitting on the table, you on the bench seat, your face in my hands... I'm sure that we were trying to behave ourselves, but it didn't last long. It never does, does it?
I could only sit so close to you for so long before my lips started wandering, before your hands started wandering... As I slowly and softly covered your face in kisses, your hand gently made its way up my skirt...
I often think of that day, of how we felt in that moment.
The park surrounding us fell away and we were completely alone as you pulled me down and I wrapped my legs around you.
Never before had I felt such passion, such desire, such urgency...
Just as things really started to heat up, we heard voices approaching, and while you laughed, I curled up into you, equally embarrassed and disappointed, hiding my face in your chest.
No one else has met that girl, the girl who's willing to get frisky on a park bench. There were times when I wondered if she existed at all, if maybe it was all a dream.
But then I saw you again. And I climbed on top of you, with the blinds wide open for anyone who wanted to see.
How do you do it Eden? Is this what all girls are like around you?