Tucking In

Peter reached around me very gently and started tucking my tee shirt back in at the back. I let him continue. It felt rather nice. Then he put his other arm around me and tucked in the rest. I rested my hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes. I didn’t care much for boys, but I was beginning to think Peter was different. Grandpa called “All aboard” and we got in the back, with little Sis in her chair on one side and me in the middle. Peter and I held hands all the way back