We make out in my car a bit, and we’re on firmer ground.
“I want you to be comfortable with me,” she says. “Really comfortable.”
“I am,” I say. But I’m not. I’m distant.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know,” I say, “I’m just not in the right..state.”
“You should meditate,” she says, and she straightens in her seat.
“You should kiss me again,” I say.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I love kissing you.”
“I love kissing you too,” Jules says, after we stop kissing. “I hope that wasn’t the last time,” she says, businesslike, looking straight forward.
“You wanna go somewhere else?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “You choose. Take me anywhere you like.”