“I missed you too.”
We drive to our usual spot in the park. It’s becoming a nightly ritual for us. Although, we should probably stop since it’s affecting both of our sleep.
There is an electric pull that keeps pulling me toward him. Every day, I tell myself we have to stop sneaking around, but then I get a text from him, and I can’t help but repeat the cycle.
Every. Single. Time.
I know sneaking out is wrong and I shouldn’t do it. But how else are we going to spend time together? Nighttime is the only time that works with school and Kai’s work schedule.
The night sky twinkles with stars. The moon casts a soft glow of light around us. We cuddle up against each other, the same way we do every night. What would it be like if we could do this every night without having to sneak out? Go to bed every night with each other and wake up with each other every morning. Married people are lucky to have this.
Kai yawns.
“Are you tired?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you take a nap, and I’ll wake you up when we have to go?”
“Won’t you be bored?”
“As long as I’m in your arms, I’ll be fine.”
“Talk to me, and I’ll stay up.” He places one arm behind his head as a headrest.
I swallow the lump in my throat and ask what I’ve been dying to know. I hope it doesn’t sound too immature of me to ask this. Do older people still ask each other to be boyfriend/girlfriend?
“So, are we, like, official?”
He lifts his head and looks down at me.
I gaze into his eyes, waiting for the answer.
“You’ve been mine the second I laid eyes on you.”
I look at him wide-eyed. “What does that mean?”
“I knew we were going to be together when I first saw you.”
I turn onto my stomach and rest my body on my arms. “What! How could you have possibly known that?”
“I just know these things.” He chuckles.
“Uh huh, sure.”
“It’s true.”
“Sure, sure” I say, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He reaches down and starts tickling me, making me kick my legs back and forth.
“You know I’m telling the truth.”
“Stop,” I say between each burst of laughter.
“Then admit it.”
“Fine. I was yours the minute you saw me,” I say through my laughter. He stops tickling me. My chest rises and falls, trying to catch my breath. “You still didn’t answer the question.”
