I Love You

"But I love you," you blurt out.

Bob just stands there, belt halfway through his jeans, looking at you with the most serious face you've ever seen from him. He takes a long time thinking, considering his next move. Then he grabs you and shoves his tongue into your mouth, just like yesterday. And just like yesterday, you're in pure bliss. He loves me too!

He pushes you onto the couch and you make out for what must be hours, cuddling with each other like virgin lovers until you hear a car pulling up to the drive-way.

"Damn, they're here," Bob says.

"I don't want to go," you whine, "I don't ever want to leave you."

"I know, but you need to. Shit," he laughs, "We didn't even clean up from yesterday, I'm going to get so much shit from dad."

"When can I see you again?" You ask, dreading the answer.

"Why not tonight?" He answers, relieving your worries.

With a final kiss goodbye, he ushers you out the back door.