Pitch Dark

This is how it started:

We had been prolonging the night because of so much joking and him letting me win at pool and how he nervously couldn't find the movie theater and then once inside, and late, his hand on the small of my back and there is an instant electric current shooting right through me, right through the core of me. We stood in the backyard at the ponderosa three o'clock in the morning looking at the stars and I felt those strong arms slide around my waist and a breath out and my head back against his chest, and a breath in and tingles up my neck. I turn to face him and have to stand on tippy-toes and our lips meet and the electricity is palpable and I can hear his heart beating through the roof and I wonder if he can hear mine too. And how his eyes were closed and the breath so fragile and how he bit his lower lip and that little smile every time we would pull away. This is so good. It's not a miracle, actually, to feel like that. Who knew.