Teaser Tuesday : Independence
Maggie held the cups of juice and I carried the take-out pancake boxes in mine. We climbed the stairs and I watched her jeans as we climbed.
I stared a hole in those jeans.
If she felt the heat of my stare, she didn't say anything. If she heard my thoughts, she didn't say anything about that either. I heard her laugh and decided to leave it at that and not go see what she was laughing about. It was probably about me…staring a hole…in those daggum jeans.