(This is a continuation of a story I wrote. The prequel to this was lost. The setting: I have met a cute girl at a musical, and we fooled around a little bit, and now we are trying to figure out what to do next.)
We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Her shoulder kept brushing up against my arm as we navigated the crowd. Every bump of her skin against me was like a wave that reminded me of what we had “discreetly” done just a few minutes ago. We stepped out of the warm theatre into the cold February night. There was a bit of wind that pierced right through my shirt, making my muscles tense up a bit and I reflexively got closer to her, and she did the same. She said “Bbrr!!” And looked back at me with her big blue eyes. “We should take my car together to get to the ice cream spot!” She said through clenched teeth, trying not to shiver any more.