With him still next to me, a million thoughts ran through my head. Was I supposed to say something? This should be like a dream come true, but why do I feel so cold? I could feel goose bumps rising and my skin shivering. He seemed to notice too, and got a blanket to share with me. He put his arm around me, and I felt comfortable. I never wanted to leave. This is what I wanted right? Since third grade I dreamed of this moment, but why does this dream feel so wrong? No, this is what I want. I rest my head on his shoulder. He moves his head and kisses me on my forehead. I straighten back up, and next thing I know I'm staring at him. He looks over at me, but this time I'm leaning in. More aggressively, I run my fingers through his soft blond hair. This perfect moment is unexpectedly interrupted by an incoming text. Flashed across the screen is "hey beautiful" from Adam. I tried to push the phone under my thigh before he'd notice, but it was too late. He leans in as close as he can get and whispers. "Choose me."Creative Commons (CC) Attribution