.. get Civia to be a better friend, but Civia keeps putting her off, apparently for you girls. She tells me that they get along well at school, at lea...t partly because they’re both quite smart and appreciate that in the other. Granted, I’ve had to interpret a lot of this, but Maren’s been torn between hanging onto Civia because she’s the only girl in the school she’s met that she likes, and rebuffing her, as Civia doesn’t seem interested in deepening the friendship, keeping it something that. " Yeah," she said."I hope your last name isn't Christmas."She giggled for a second, and then moaned, and clutched her side more."Mind if I look at that?" I said, closing the door.She shrugged, which I took to mean permission. I took off her jacket, and lifted up her shirt. She was wearing a bra, so I didn't see that much, but I did see the damage. It wasn't broken, and it wasn't bleeding. It was just badly bruised. I told her as much."Small consolation," she muttered."If you don't mind my. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I stopped her and pulled her hands back down to her sides. “My God... you are beautiful” I whispered, and kissed her again. She returned the kiss more passionately this time, sliding her tongue far into my mouth. She wasn’t very experienced at kissing, but she more than made up for it in her enthusiasm. I absolutely loved the feeling of her mouth, her tongue, her kisses. I pulled her over in front of the light so I could admire her, fully. It was a few days later before we next had the opportunity to chat to one another and though I sensed like me, he wanted to say something about what had happened that day we neither of us mentioned it.We chatted again the following day....then the next and the next and it seemed to me, after the initial difficult period, the matter in the kitchen had proved something of a turning point. If I had any doubts about that notion they were dispelled once and for all the ensuing weekend.It was a.