She started hanging around me even more after the kiss. But it wasn't like before, with the long silences. She talked to me, her soft words gently ghosting against my ear when she whispered. She sat by me at lunch, and stopped by my locker every passing period. And when we walked through the halls, we began holding hands.
We kissed sometimes. Sometimes we even hugged, which was even more impressive. After all, kisses could be given out simply, with the minimal contact of lips against lips. You could gift out kisses easily and briefly. Hugs were something special; they were longer, and actually very comforting. Something true lovers, with an emotional connection shared.
Needless to say, I loved the hugs best.
Some days we'd rush home through the slushy remains of winter, to one of our houses, where we'd come together. That didn't happen too often though, because high school alone was exhausting.
I liked the sex least.
It wasn't due to that day in the bathroom. OK, maybe a little. But it was mostly due to how Elsa would act. She would loose herself in desire, and for just a moment, I think she forgets what she's doing and where she is and (worst of all) who she's with.
I like the times she hugs me, because I know she's hugging me, not some body that is only there for her to use.