After that, it was only natural to kiss her . . . a short, friendly kiss. At least, that’s the way it started out. Then it started to last longer, and longer, and her body seemed to melt against mine.
“Well, I better say good night now,” I said, pulling away from her, “Big day tomorrow.”
That was a blatant lie, as tomorrow promised to be no more or less busy for me than any other day. I realized, however, that if I didn’t break things up, and our physical involvement grew, I’d have trouble convincing myself that the reason I had come to Bunny’s room was to apologize and thank her for her concern.
For a mad moment, I thought she was going to protest my leaving. If she had, I’m not sure the strength of my resolve would have been sufficient to get me out the door.
She started to say something, then stopped and drew a deep breath instead.
“Good night, Skeeve,” she said finally. “Come and see me again sometime . . . soon.”
To say the least, there were many distracting thoughts dancing in my head as I made my way back to my room.
Bunny had come on to me pretty strong when we first met, and I had backed her off. Having made such a big thing out of keeping our relationship on a professional basis, could I now reverse my stance without making a complete fool of myself? Would she let me? She seemed to still be interested, but then again I might simply be kidding myself.
Then, too, there was the question of whether or not I had any right to be shopping around for a new relationship while I was still making up my mind on Queen Hemlock’s proposal. The night with Cassandra had been an adventure and a learning experience, but even I couldn’t kid myself that getting involved with Bunny would be a brief fling.