It is too intimate for me to point it out or say something. And in my heart, I know it is not wrong. This is what married people do. This is also what it is like to be in love.
And through the nightly noises and the quick touches in the house when they think my back is turned, I came to learn about what can happen between a man and a woman.
My eyes dash towards Johnny again and I can’t help but blush at the thought of him kissing me on the lips the way I’ve seen Ricardo kiss Maria. Johnny is handsome. Like I wrote before, more handsome than a movie star.
I feel lucky that he is interested in a girl like me. Boys like him aren’t supposed to go after tan, swarthy girls who have hair on their arms and eyes so brown you can barely tell they aren’t black. Boys like him usually go for girls who are fair, with light eyes and who have blonde hair.
“You ready?” Johnny’s voice brings me back to the present and I realize we are parked already.
“Y-yes,” I say.
He smiles. Then he gets out of the car and comes over to open my door for me. I take his hand and he shuts it behind me as I do. And to my surprise, he doesn’t let go of my grasp. Instead, we walk hand and hand like that towards the theater.
It feels good to have his fingers around mine. They feel warm and I find myself leaning into him.
“You can grab my arm,” He tells me as he looks down at me.
I blush. But I timidly hook my other hand to grasp his arm. My heart is skyrocketing out of my chest right now. And my legs feel shaky as if they are about to break. Even my breathing seems to be difficult.
If I weren’t so blissfully happy, I would swear I am dying. But this is what it must feel like. I know it. This is what it must feel like to be in love.