Chapter 29 Tight Spaces

• The week was passing like a whoosh of the wind, and our pretend game went on full swing. From time to time, I'd catch him staring at me and other times, it was the opposite way around. The sexual tension lingered in the air, yet no one mentioned that kiss ever. However, the strange glow on his face enhanced by the passing time like he was anticipating something good, best even, while mine dimmed. Something was going to happen that was for sure, but it would be favourable, I could not say.
• Two days before the occasion, Aunt Matilde dropped before me once again. The cheshire smile on her face made me want to turn around and run, never looking back. Ever.
• But I was not so lucky, now was I?