Kitty blushed and fiddled with her necklace, seeming coquettish when really it was shyness that made her toy with her jewellery.
“It’s true,” Billy said, “you’re the purdiest girl I ever seen.”
Billy moved closer, and Kitty shuffled uncomfortably on the bench. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Billy. It would be a lie to say she didn’t. He was handsome and athletic. Popular too.
Kitty really wanted to Billy to kiss her but she was nervous; afraid that if he came any closer he’d notice the bulge in the lap of her dress or the stubble along her jaw.