Steph shouldn’t feel excited to see Tim again. He’d moved on, he was doing all kinds of things with that bald chick, what a weirdo, who’d pick a skinhead over a blonde?
Still, she was kinda excited. A girlish, childish kind of excitement that ran smack into how bad she felt about deceiving him, making him think she was dead… and then that ran into, well, lots more things. So she was excited and… perturbed. And not up to sorting out all of how she felt. Not for Tim Drake who was into bald chicks.
Yet somehow, when Tim came to pick her up, she threw her arms around him and kissed him warmly.
As she eased her body in close to his, she felt his surprise at how uninhibited she was. Still, his mouth opened to receive her tongue, which quivered and played enthusiastically with his.
Tim pulled back, but only once she was done. “Hey, what gives?”
“I can’t be happy to see you?” Steph asked, grinning with all the wickedness she felt.
“If you were that happy, we’d still be dating.”
“Would we?” Steph asked him, coming close enough to clinch with him, only to sway back out of reach. “You could always chase me, you know.”
“I did, you know.”
“Then have an idea what to do when you catch me.” She leaned in close again. “I know I do.”