Perhaps that was yet another difference between them, for Lydie couldn't imagine liking someone enough to be intimate with them and not immediately planning to do so again. The kiss would consume her every thought, her fantasies would run wild with stories of eloping and true love. There would be no practicality in it for her, nor would she be able to practice restraint in how far the intimacy went.
It was better that Willa was the one to be kissed. She had always been the braver and wiser of them.
She released one of Willa's hands to lean over and pluck one of the early blooms from the rose bush. “Maybe he'll start showering you with gifts as a sign of his affection. Or little notes, a flower here and there.” To this, Lydie offered Willa the mostly closed pink rose.
It was better that Willa was the one to be kissed. She had always been the braver and wiser of them.
She released one of Willa's hands to lean over and pluck one of the early blooms from the rose bush. “Maybe he'll start showering you with gifts as a sign of his affection. Or little notes, a flower here and there.” To this, Lydie offered Willa the mostly closed pink rose.