A Surreptitious Relationship

:A Surreptitious Relationship: Epilogue

                  “Come on,” I urged, yanking on Chris’s hand. “It’s fine. You’re an attractive, hip young man!”

                  He stared at me flatly. “Holly, even I don’t even say hip.”

                  “See?”

                  “Holly…”

                  “Come on! Don’t you want to see the expressions on everyone’s faces when they realize we’re together? We’ll only stay for five minutes! We just pop in, say hi, and then we can leave!” I tempted. “Pretty please?” Even though I knew it never worked on him, I put on my best puppy-dog look.

                  “You want to show me off that bad?”

                  “No! I… Uh…” Maybe that was the approach I needed to take. “Yes?” I said questioningly.

                  Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at the towering building in front of us, bursting at the seams with the heavy bass of an incoherent song. Even from where we were standing, about twenty feet away, I could hear laughter from cheerful (and probably drunk) graduates. “I don’t know…”

                  “You were invited,” I tried again. “Everyone will be happy to see you. Jeremy’s there.”

                  “That makes me want to go less.”

                  Puffing out my cheeks, my mind raced with a better way to entice him. “Okay. How about if I, tonight, after we leave do this…” Pushing myself onto my tiptoes, I placed my lips against his ear and whispered into it.

                  To my pleasure, a bit of red appeared on his cheeks. “Holly!”

                  “What?” I said innocently.

                  “You’ve become a little minx,” he responded, sounding astounded.

                  I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. “Haha, sure…” Actually, I was just saying what Jeremy told me to say.

                  “However, you can’t coax me into going with sex.”

                  “Why not?”

                  “Because, I can have you any time, any where now,” he stated confidently.

                  My cheeks flushed. “What?”

                  Laughing now, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I’m kidding. Jeremy told you to say that, didn’t he?”

                  “Yeah,” I admitted. “But I want you to come with me!”

                  “Alright, alright, I’ll go,” he resigned, squinting up at the house. “If the cops get called, I’m leaving you behind though.”

                  “Okay,” I said excitedly, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go!”

                  He allowed me to lead him up to the front door of the Lemaiy’s house. “Just so you know, you owe me for this.”

                  I nudged him in the arm with my elbow. “No I don’t.” Instead of knocking, I just pushed open the door, the music immediately becoming ten times louder.

                  The first sight that met my gaze was a couple grinding to the rhythm of the song. Grimacing, I turned to Chris, who was also making a face. “Lovely.”