No, but he does

20 minutes elapsed before Heather's buzz died down enough for her to start to feel bad for the boy who was stumbling blindly through the reeds. The change was shockingly abrupt, the sudden flood of guilt coming whilst she was giggling to herself as she watched him pull aside a bush he seemed certain she was hiding behind, his triumphant cry fading into disappointment. His face looked like maybe he was getting tired of the game too, the **** wearing off enough for his excitement to turn into worry that he'd been abandoned.

She crept through the undergrowth, making no noise until she reached her planned hiding spot, a different bush a few meters over from Gavin. The rustling leaves had him turn excitedly, staggering over to her and excitedly pulling the foliage apart.

"Aha!" he cried. "Finally found you!"

"You sure did," she said, looking embarassed that she'd been caught. "I can't believe you tracked me down, even without your glasses."

"It wasn't easy," Gavin crowed, puffing up like a penguin, before anxiously cringing. "Uh, I'd like them back please."

"You sure?" Heather said, putting them on. "God, your eyesight's terrible!" She smirked suddenly, "Do they make me look hot?"

"I can't see well enough without them to tell," Gavin admitted, blushing slightly. "You don't need glasses to look hot though Heather." Heather thanked his poor eyesight for the fact that she couldn't see her slightly gobsmacked expression, though he noticed the pause before her reply. Where had he got the balls to say that from?

"If you lean in close can you see?" she asked in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"M-maybe," Gavin stammered, blushing even more. He did as she suggested, leaning in close until he was inches away from the crouching beauty.

"J-jesus," he said, her face coming into focus. She looked divine, the sexy librarian of anyone's fantasy, her blue eyes shining behind the frames of his glasses. Their faces were almost touching, their breath teasing each other's skin. Was she breathing faster than normal?

"Is that a good Jesus?" she asked in that same sultry voice. Her lips were pouting slightly, unconsciously, as she looked at him from over the top of his glasses. His expression was one of awe, and her heart melted suddenly for him. When she kissed him he stiffened, turning to ice in an instant, his eyes staring ahead glassily but wide with shock. It was just a peck, but the possibilities for both of them seemed suddenly endless.