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Baptist pilgrimage.
    “Been awhile since the Ave Maria, indeed. Now we can do the music that we want to.” Shane spurted out.
    “Agreed.” I chimed in, because frankly, the boy is right.
    After school I hustled down to Robertson’s feed store. Between customers I’m usually able to get some homework done.
    I was unloading some chicken scratch and stacking it up in a corner so Mr. Robertson didn’t have to do it when he came back this evening. Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes on me. I froze, feeling the whole fight or flight thing I’ve heard so much about.
    “Please, don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the view.” A smooth and sultry voice from behind called out. I blushed instantly and turned around.
    “Jason. “ I gasp. “How can I help you?” I spat out as a reflex. What is Jason Grimes doing here?
    “Actually, I am picking up some chicken feed for my daddy.” He smiled giving me a wink.
    “Oh! Well, grab yourself a bag and I will ring you up.” I offered.
    “Actually, coach needs me to rest my shoulder for the game. Could you grab it by chance?” He winced, grabbing his shoulder. I don’t know if I believe him or not, or I was just that captivated by his intoxicating smile, eyes and musk that I caved and grabbed a bag and rang him up.
    “So you’re going to be at Harper’s party on Friday, right?” He asked as I carried the bag to his truck.
    “Yes. I will be there.”
    “OK, good. I was hoping to hear you say that.” He said leaning into me, pushing me against the truck. He is so close to me. His thighs are against mine. His arms are atop my shoulders.
    “Oh?” I blinked, dumbfounded.
    “Yes very much so, Georgia.” He whispers to me, moving my hair from my face to behind my ear. Holy crow! What is happening? His big, strong hands are somehow soft and gentle against my skin. A smile creeps across his lips, and mine are quick to follow. His eyes instantly become hooded. Doesn’t this stuff only happen in movies? I don’t know how my knees are holding me up. And just like that his arms are around me, his lips crashing into mine. His sweet breath passed into my lungs, his hands gripping a firm hold into my hair. My lips push back in heated response. I’m in a hot, tangled Jason Grimes mess. My skin is singing with a tingling sensation. I’m pretty sure he is supporting my whole body weight right this very moment, but yet I am pretty certain that he does not mind. Somehow my conscience speaks up at the most inopportune time. Stuff it conscience! His hands are dancing across my heated, golden flesh, pulling at anything he can. It’s starting to get a little wild and instinctively I shy away and put up a small resistance.
    “I need to get back to work, Jason.” I whisper between swollen lips.
    “Oh. OK.” He sighs, knowing that he has been defeated. “But Georgia,” he starts, turning to face me as I turn back to the store. He props himself up before he gets into his truck “I didn’t need any chicken feed.” And he leaves me with that.
    I am stunned, dumbfounded, and bereft. My breath and heart rate are at an alarming pace. I put my fingers to my pleasantly assaulted lips. Subconsciously I look for battle scars. I am uncertain if this foolish smile has staked permanent residence on my plain Jane face.
    I want to tell someone, but who could I possibly tell? Somehow I don’t think this is appropriate conversational matter for Shane and I. Misty would prefer to scold me than to let me banter on and on, and Jenn… well, maybe; but conversations with her lately seem to have been taking an even more awkward turn than normal as of late. If I run into her then maybe I can dish this out. How did this happen? I can’t seem to wrap my brain around this. Jason Grimes kissed me. Of all people, me! On what peculiar planet, or universe rather does this happen? None of this adds up at all to me. One minute I’m performing manual labor work, and then next I am slammed up against a