Page 80 of Follow My Voice
“Not bad. Hot chocolate, a fight, maybe a new friend, and…” I swallow, but say no more.
“And?”
“All in all a good party, with some highs and lows.”
Kang turns to me in his seat. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He smiles and his dimples melt me, yet again.
“What?” I ask, nervous. The kiss is something I will never forget, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
“I guess I need to remind you of some of the things that happened tonight since you seem to have forgotten.” Kang unbuckles his seatbelt and leans toward me, his face approaching mine slowly, allowing me to take in every detail of his handsome features before his lips meet mine.
I’d like to say that I’m somehow magically an expert kisser, but I’m not; although it’s easier than before, I awkwardly follow his rhythm. I put my hands on his shoulders and kiss him, my heart beating in my throat and in my ears. It starts slow and gentle, our mouths finding the perfect pace. Then, Kang tilts his head to deepen the kiss and I follow along. My grip on his shoulders tightens as his tongue enters my mouth. This is not gentle anymore, it’s passionate, and I can’t get enough of it. Heat spreads through my body as our breathing becomes heavy. Kang wraps his arm around my waist to pull me closer and I don’t want this to end. Kissing him is awakening so many sensations I didn’t know I was capable of experiencing.
The only reason I stop is to catch my breath. We pull apart, and Kang smiles against my lips.
“Do you remember now?” he says, out of breath.
“I think so…”
He straightens up in his seat. “What kind of movies do you like?” he asks.
And I don’t even know how to talk, how to breathe, how to anything. “Um… normal movies.”
What kind of answer is that, Klara?
“Normal movies?” Kang laughs and I join him.
“I mean, there’s not one particular type of movie that I watch exclusively. If the plot sounds interesting, I don’t care what genre it is.”
“Well, check the movie listings this week and pick one, okay?”
I look at him, confused.
“I’d like to go to the movies with you, Klara.”
“Oh.”
“It’s a date.”
“Oh,” I say again.
Kang laughs, and it stirs something inside of me; I wish I could make him laugh all the time.
“How about Wednesday, after the show?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll let my sister know.”
“Great.”
We’re momentarily blinded by a pair of headlights. It’s my sister pulling into the driveway. Kamila gets out with two grocery bags; she’s the type of person who goes shopping after eleven o’clock at night. Walmart, which closes at two in the morning, is a godsend for her. Kang tenses up at the sight of Kamila rounding her car to go into the house.
“Kang?” I say.
He doesn’t answer. His gaze is fixed on my sister, eyes wide with surprise. Does he know her?
“Kang,” I say again, and this time he looks at me.
“Do you know my sister?”
