The night heat was beating down on the Alabama soil just as harshly as the daylight sun. I was tossing and turning in my bed because I could find no relief. I was happy that I just ended my sophomore year of high school. Anytime I didn't have to deal with school, I relished. I was anxious because I was home by myself. Atticus was off to Montgomery once again for work, Jem was off fighting in Europe, and I sent Calpurnia home for the night. She offered to stay with me but I told her to go home. I was fifteen and not afraid of being by myself at night. The biggest lie I ever told to date.
That was when I heard a knock at the door. It scared the bejesus out of me. I rolled over to stare at the clock; it was only ten o'clock. Not that bad, but who the hell would visit someone at a time like this? I ran through my mind the people who served as reasons not to open the door. Well, I certainly wasn't afraid of Boo anymore. Bob Ewell was dead and I frankly had no idea where his children were. So, yeah, I figure no one who would really do me any harm. I pull my nightgown around my naked body and make my way to the front door.
As I got closer and closer to my destination, I find out who it is without a switch of a light. His white, crazy hair gave him away. I knew it was Dill, that little son of a bitch. I guess he always did drop in at the most unusual times. Kind of like when we were little and he would always come early in the morning.
"You asshole," I whisper as I leap into his welcoming arms. How I've missed him.
"I can't believe you're home by yourself. Are you crazy?"
"You've known me for years," I say. "Of course I am! What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you were all right."
"At ten o'clock at night?"
"Well, I just pulled into town and..."
I began to study Dill hard. He would usually wait until the next morning to announce his arrival. He pulled into town and saw that I was home by myself...and then it hit me...
"Dill Harris," I said. "You know I don't suffer fools lightly. I know why you came here."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on," I say, punching his arm. "I'm alone at night. We've been engaged as long as we knew what engagement meant..."
"Scout Finch!" He exclaims in total disbelief.
"You want me don't you?"
"I don't think so," he says turning on his heels to go out the door.
"Well, I want you."
"What?" He asks, still in a state of disbelief over what was happening. I just stood there nodding but Dill wasn't budging. I then got scared that maybe I had jumped the gun. Dill was never like other men and one would figure I would know not to judge him as such by now. However, the night was hot and alone and so was I. I ripped off my nightgown and revealed my body to him for the first time. He finally came toward me and wrapped himself around me. He kissed my neck; something I was not familiar with but I enjoyed just the same. I did the same to him and it wasn't long before he carried me into my room.
He plopped me down rather unromantically on the bed and pulled his pants down. I have never been so excited in my life. The kisses, the thrusts and the pleasure all unlocked from a divine place. I was still very young but I knew during those moments that I would never love anyone the way that I love Dill. We were soul mates on fire and we didn't care about burning ourselves out.
It was over before I knew it and he was getting ready to leave. He didn't want to stay for fear he would fall asleep and people would find out. I completely understood and agreed with him. I told him I would see him in the morning and he said the same to me.
"I love you, Scout," he said heading out the door.
"I love you, too, Dill."
He managed to escape into the night and nobody knew of that hot summer night we slept together.