I pull away slightly, Adam's hands still resting on my hips. My wandering eyes meets the gaze of a few fifteen or sixteen year old girls, gaping at our bold public display of affection. Is it common now? Or are we still in the time were women should be modest – seen and not heard? I deeply regret not paying enough attention in World History. The girls blush when they see that I've caught them, and they giggle softly before turning and darting into a building.

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