She couldn’t resist resting her head on his shoulder, and her forehead was pressed slightly against his neck.
“Dang Marty, you’re freezin,” he commented.
“I think you’re just extra warm,” she replied sleepily.
He laughed “Fair enough.”

Brandon rang the doorbell.
Marty shook her head, “My parents aren’t home.”
He set her on her feet, though not letting go of her waist.

“They should be home tonight, I have key,” she said pulling it out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and turned off the alarm.

“Where’s Tommy?”
Tommy was her little brother.
“I think he’s at soccer practice or something I don’t know,” her voice faded off.

“Well I don’t like leaving you here by yourself,” said Brandon, “but then again I don’t want to get you in trouble for ‘havin a boy over with no parents home’”

For the first time that day she looked straight into his eyes. They were so dark and brown. They had this inexplicable honest look to them.
“I’ll be fine,” she whispered