You fidget a bit as you park in. Should you kiss again? Try more?

But she leaves you no such option as she gets out of the car, quick as a deer. You follow and grab her hand. She lets you, and as she reaches her door jauntily, you slightly pivot her to softly, gently pin her to the wall. Her breathing quickens, and she relents, kissing you again, then kissing your neck with a rain of tiny pecking kisses. You let her play a bit, but soon enough she waltzes out of your arms and rings the bell. In the instants before her father comes to welcome her back home and wish you on your way, she tells you she hopes you'll be free on the following weekend. This time, she invites you over. You wonder. What does she have in mind?