We continued making out until we eventually heard the bell ring and rushed out, both of us too flushed.That evening I texted her and we talked a littl... about what happened, at first she was worried that I might have felt like she forced herself, but I assured her that I loved every minute of what happened. We promised each other we’d do it again.After that day, every chance we got, we would steal away together to the library, bunking classes, or coming early to college or even skipping lunch.. I cuddled her, “this is how we should be, cuddling like this like, like stepdaughter and step dad, you hugging me and me protecting you.” We sat there just holding each other for what seemed like ages and it was nice. “Your mum says you don’t want to go to France with them this year, I thought you liked going to France” “I do, but this year I thought I would like to spend more time with you, if that’s all right with you”. “Of course it is” I said kissing her forehead, “maybe we could go away. Jithpasun te bhayan jungle suru hot hote. Tyala lagunch pudhe madhya pradesh che ek abhaya ranya hote. Khup vel chalyavar mi tya jagi pochlo. Jithe baag sampat hoti aani ran suru hot hote tithe bhinta vaigare kahich navte. Phakta bambu ani katyani banavlele ek kumpan hote. Tyavar babhalichye kate lavle hote. Kumpanachua thoda madhe ranat janya sathi lakdache chote dar kele hote. He sarva aatyane banavle asnar. Aajubajula vegveglya pakshanche aawaj yet hote. Hirval hoti. Gavat pan vadgale hote.. Over the week and a half, we had become what I would call friends, and I stayed close to her. My mom had wandered off to mingle with old friends.I watched couples flirt and leave holding hands. As the night wore on, couples were making out as they danced. I smiled when I saw a woman kissing a young boy as he felt her up. She must have had a few too many pineapple punch drinks. As I looked around, it looked like she was not the only one that had been at the punch.Amista and I were sitting close.