We belong together
I
HAD not yet made love to Jenny. In the three weeks we had
been together, we had held hands. Sometimes we had
kissed, but that was all. Usually I moved much faster - ask
the other girls that I'd been out with! But Jenny was special.
I felt different about her and I didn't know what to say to her.
'You're going to fail your exams, Oliver.'
We were studying in my room one Sunday afternoon.
'Oliver, you'll fail your exams if you don't do some work.'
'I am working.'
'No, you aren't. You're looking at my legs.'
'Only once every chapter.'
'That book has very short chapters.'
'Listen, you aren't as good-looking as all that!'
'I know, but you think I am, don't you?'
'Dammit, Jenny, how can I study when all the time I want
to make love to you?'
She closed her book softly and put it down. She put her
arms around me.
'Oliver, will you please make love to me?'
It all happened at once. It was all so unhurried, soft and
gentle. And 7 was gentle too. Was this the real Oliver Barrett
the Fourth?
'Hey, Oliver, did I ever tell you that I love you?' said Jenny
finally.
'No, Jen.' I kissed her neck