Jason walks me home by eleven. I’m very tired and it’s hard for me to stay on my feet but I try to keep a smile on my face, the same one I’ve had all day long.
“I wore you out, didn’t I?” he asks me, stopping a few meters from my door.
“I had fun. It was a wonderful day.”
“I’d like to keep it going.” His tone of voice is somehow hard to pin down.
I rest my hands on his chest and give him a butterfly kiss. Then I turn and go inside, leaving him on the curb of the street.
I go directly upstairs into my room to look at him through the window.
“Knock, knock. May I?” my dad asks from outside.
“Of course.”
He comes across to the window and glances out behind him to see what I’m watching. Without a word, he kisses my cheek and I can feel him smiling under his mustache. He goes back to the door and closes it behind him.
And I take a few minutes to watch Jason walk away into the night with a smile on my lips and love in my heart.
