We both fell asleep on the bed snuggled together as I held her. “No… Let’s go back to my place my mom will still be at work and I don’t have dance class tonight, so I can give you a nice massage I feel so bad that was like the sweetest thing I’ve ever had a guy say to me before.” She meant it too. I felt like I was ready to burst all over my fucking car. He had a look of a Salvadorian business man in a white suit jacket with a black skinny tie and piercing greyish blue eyes. I put the music up and we just enjoyed the silence the whole way back. I’ve got to admit she does have taste. She weakly smiled, “It’s ballet maybe I’ll show you some moves some time I’ve been going ever since I can remember.” I had to stop myself from thinking about her in little flats and extending her legs in the air onto one of those polls wearing a leotard.
