“Sorry for the tell-tale sign,” he whispered. “I did not mean to make you bleed.”
She nodded slowly. He wondered why she’s been quiet after screaming his name in ecstasy just minutes before.
“We should not have done it,” she broke her silence. “I have a curfew, and I’m wearing white!”
She stormed off, ignoring his plea. Thank God she managed to be home right before midnight.
The living room was dark when she arrived. She turned on the light and found everybody shouted, “Surprise!”
“Happy sweet seventeen, darling!” Her mother embraced her. “You now have my permission to date!”