Taken on the Hood of the Car! A Reluctant Act in Public Story

I loved my date with Sherman, and I spent the whole walk home holding onto his hand and debating whether or not I was going to let him kiss me goodnight. Kiss me. That was my internal struggle. Evidently, Sherman didn’t get the memo because he lifted me onto the hood of a car right in the apartment complex parking lot and his mouth was on mine before I knew it. The decision had been made for me, and I supposed that was all right. Then something happened I never would have expected. He didn’t stop with the kissing!