There they were, in the middle of Janet's foyer, their clothes couldn't soak much more water if it wanted to, and there they were. Wrapped up in each other's arms.
Janet's head was spinning. She couldn't believe that this was real. In all her life she never would have imagined Eddie would kiss her like this, or hold her like this, or even look at her the way he'd been looking at her all day.
As for Eddie, he was just happy to be standing where he was standing. He wanted to do that all day and the scoreboard kiss was just the springboard to initiate his courage. The old man at the game was right, he needed to show some cahones.
Janet pulled away gently and looked up at him, "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop," She placed a hand on his chest, "Eddie," she began softly, her eyes pleading with his, "what're we doing here?" Eddie gazed down at her without a word. He brushed a strand of hair that was plastered to her face out of the way and didn't say a thing, "Since when do we do stuff like this?" she asked, "What are we doing?"
"I… I don't know."
"Well then shouldn't we sit down and maybe figure it out?" she asked incredulously, feeling let down by his answer. "We need to talk about how we're feeling right now and…"
"I don't know how I'm feeling," he said finally looking around and then back at her, "I just know that I'm glad I came in here," Eddie said a small lopsided grin playing on his lips. "You're a really good kisser," he added bashfully sticking his hands in his pockets.
Janet's cheeks tingled and she knew she'd gone pink again. "Thank you," she stuttered.
"You're a good kisser too Eddie," he joked.
Janet looked surprised, "No, yeah I meant to say that… ppfft… you know you are. I don't have to tell you that you're a good kisser."
"Flattery will get you everywhere my friend," Eddie said in a sultry tone, reaching for her again. When he had her in his arms he looked at her, "We know that we enjoyed that, right?"
Janet's mind shut down at that point and Eddie kissed her again and down her neck. She began to hear the phone faintly but didn't budge. Eddie pulled away, "I think that's your phone," he said smiling.
"Huh? Oh!" she darted into the living room and answered her phone, "Hello? Hannah, hi," she looked at Eddie apologetically and he rolled his eyes and threw his arms up in the air. "Yeah I just got home from the game. Now? Okay, you can come over now," Janet sighed, "Sure. I can't wait." She clicked off the phone and turned to apologise to Eddie, but he was gone. Janet rushed out to the foyer and saw him pulling on his jacket that at some point wound up on the floor. "Where ya goin?" she asked.
"If Hannah's coming over, I want to be somewhere else. Last thing we need is third degree interrogation, right?"
"Sure," Janet replied disappointed, "Thanks.. thank you for the game… and for… and for today."
He unlocked the door, turned and looked at her one last time and nodded with a smile, "No problem. I had fun too." And with that he was gone.