Friday night, date time:
Friday night came both too soon and not soon enough. Tim breathed deeply as he knocked on the door. There was, he knew, something special, something incredible about Jill and he didn't want to do anything that might ruin his chances with her.
He took her to a nice restaurant before the movie and Jill was impressed. He really was taking this seriously. During the movie, he put his arm around her and she let him. It was kind of cute, really; the way he did that fake yawn thing and moved his arm around her shoulders awkwardly.
After the movie, as he was taking her home, he asked, "So, uh, you got a date for Spring Weekend yet?"
"Well, Mitch asked…"
"Oh."
"But I think I'd rather go with you."
"Oh. Oh! That's great. You sure you wouldn't rather go with Mitch?"
"I'm sure. I want to go with you."
And outsider her door, he kissed her. Sure it was awkward and they got the tilt thing wrong and bumped noses, but when their lips finally did make contact, it was wonderful and memorable and it made something inside her scream that he was the guy for her; that no one else would ever be able to match this something that he had.
It was wonderful for Tim as well, even if he didn't quite know what he should do with his hands. Should he hold her shoulders? Cup her face? Cup her….? No, definitely not that. For Tim, this kiss was the clincher, the confirmation of his feeling that she was perfect for him.
The kiss ended on a breathless sigh and Jill giggled a little. "So I'll see you Saturday?"
"How about a movie on Friday? I seem to have great luck at movies all of a sudden."
She laughed a little before agreeing to the date. "You know what's playing?"
"Dr. Zhivago, I think."
"Oh, I love Dr. Zhivago."
"Great. I'll see you then."
He kissed her forehead and opened her door for her. "Have a good-night," he told her as he gently pushed her inside.
That night, just before she fell asleep, Jill smiled to herself and sighed a little. Was he prefect or what? He hadn't even tried to grope her once the whole night.