Or at this point, the line literally got erased from the number of times we stomped across it.
“Here's perfect,” I pointed at the soccer field, and I dropped myself onto the grass.
“Home sweet home,” Dex chuckled as he lay on his back next to me, our fingers still intertwined. “So, what do we do?”
“Well... you lie there and look at the sky, hoping to see a meteor.”
“That's all?” he laughed.
“Pretty much. I can play some music.” I offered, reaching for my phone. Derek moved closer, touching our heads together as I scrolled through the playlists.
“You were listening to our 'If You're Still Listening' playlist,” he observed. “That's why I recognized the song.”
“Yeah, I wanted something emotional and slower,” I muttered as I settled on one I haven't shared with him yet. It was entitled 'You, Unofficially'.
“Subtle,” Dex laughed as I put the songs on in a random order.
“If you like it, I'll add you to it. It can be our new playlist.”
“New playlist is a big commitment,” he teased, his breath tickling my face.
Whenever our relationship shifted, we had a new playlist. It wasn't deliberate; it was just how we worked.
“No pressure, if not,” I shrugged.
Derek sighed and pulled me closer. “Look for your falling star, Thorn.”
I didn't tell him that with him next to me, I already had everything I wanted, and that scared me. Usually, I would wishto be skinnier, or have a better turnout, nail a variation, or get a role. But I was out of dance-related wishes, and I realized I was perfectly content lying in the damp grass, staring at the stars with my favorite striker.
“Is that one?” Dex asked, pointing at the sky.
“It's a plane,” I chuckled, “Shooting stars are quick. You blink, and they're gone.”
“How do you know they're real and not just your mind playing tricks on you?”
“I guess you don't. You just make your wish and hope for the best.”
“That's kind of how most things in life work,” Derek chuckled.
“Yeah, but this feels more magical.”
“It does,” he agreed, his head lying on top of mine as we let the slow romantic music lull us into calmness. My eyelids felt heavy, and I wanted to snuggle up with him and stay like that forever.
“Look, there,” I shouted, suddenly seeing one. My eyes popped open, and I sat up. “Did you see it?”
“I think so,” Dex nodded, a wide grin on his face. “I think this was the first time I saw one.”
“Now you make a wish,” I faced him with an equally wide grin. “And it will come true.”
“Really?” he flashed me his sweet playboy smile, and it got my heart hammering against my ribs.
“That's how it works,” I nodded, swallowing hard.
“You know what I wish for?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as he reached for my face again. His fingers slid into my hair seamlessly, and he pulled us chest to chest.
His heart beat in an equally wild rhythm as mine.
“You're not supposed to say it,” I whispered as our lips almost brushed.
