The moment had passed, and everything was back to normal.Still fanning out her silky hair, she noticed her sheet had slipped down to her waist again. ...Sweetie, can you grab something for me, please," she smiled to Steve, nodding to her dresser. She let him stare for a few magical beats before covering herself. "Top-left drawer. Just grab whatever."Opening her dresser drawer, he happily searched through her stuff, rummaging around for a bit before eventually holding up his selection: a fuchsia. Out of school, obviously, but not much facial hair as yet. That made the 14-year-old feel a little better. If she were going to be raped, at least it wasn’t going to be by an ugly old man. Christen held her breath when the guy’s hand slipped from the door frame, reaching slowly toward her chest.She closed her eyes. The touch of his fingers was gentle as they caressed the curve of her boobs, first one, then the other. When they were gone, the teen opened her eyes. He was still there, now leaning. "But-" I know I mentioned the age difference and all a while back but that was just me trying to make up excuses for me not to feel this way...-"I stopped him with a wave of my hand. "feel what way?"His eyes where staring right into my own and I felt as if he was looking right into me."I feel for you in a way like no other"And with that sentence he leaned in and kissed me. His lips soft on mine. At first I was shocked and unable to react but I soon was slipping my arms around his neck pulling. ‘You may have noticed Linnea doesn’t hire many men. I don’t think it’s a problem, but we probably shouldn’t discuss any of this in public.’ We talked about inconsequential things on the ride across town, like what Miriam’s tongue piercing must feel like or the relative merits of mascara and false lashes. Cammy made a terse call to somebody, reporting no progress but mentioning she was following up on a possible lead. It was sort of nice, being out for a night on the town with a girlfriend..