The whole class was standing in a circle. Baranaby stood in the East and I was in the North. His blond hair framed his head like a halo. His smile was timid but genuine. I was watching him bounce from one foot to the other, when before I knew it, I zipped across the room and gave him a kiss.
Mrs Mean was facing the other way.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I scurried back. No time to look. Can't get caught.
I wondered who saw me and what he was thinking.
Act normal. Nothing happened.
A stolen kiss. We both blushed. I'm in love.
I don't know who got the biggest shock. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again.
Mrs Mean would have smacked me if she saw me.
Whether your 7 or 70 has love ever made you take an enormous risk? What was the outcome?
Was it planned or a did it take you by surprise?