Church Hay Ride

A stary February night. Lilly warmed herself next to Jeff on the church hayride. She’d never been so close to a boy.
 
"Lilly," Jeff whispered, "may I... may I kiss you?"
 
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of curiosity and fear. “Yes."
 
Their lips met and paused a moment, warming the cool night air. Lilly pulled the blanket over them. As they kissed a second time, she found Jeff's hand and their fingers linked like she remembered from her father before he died.  
 
As the wagon continued down the dirt road, Jeff’s hand drifted to Lilly’s breast. She was warm.