That One Night... You Made Everything Alriiiggghhhttt….

The hair on the back of my neck began to stand and the chills began running down my spine. My skin began to prickle the way it had whenever I saw him. Goose pimples my mom always called them; my friends preferred goose bumps so I did too. He was gentle as he ran his fingers down my arm until he found my hands and our fingers joined as if they knew they found their long lost kin folk. We lived in this moment for some time that seemed to simultaneously feel like forever but not quite long enough. Our eyes met. Shades of green flickered when the sun washed over his eyes, but in the low light, they were a lustrous gold that commanded my attention. The only thing that seemed to break the tension was the periodic movement of his hand to uncover my face, and I clung even harder to each of those moments. His fingers would graze the skin of my brow and temple and though it was a literal moment of contact, I'd stretch them to what my mind fathomed as eternity.

He told me how much I meant to him. I couldn't tell you to this day what exactly he said, but I could tell you in vivid detail how he had only one dimple on his left cheek that always showed up when he said anything that made his face resemble a smile. That seemed to happen a lot when we were together. I can also tell you that he had scar on his bottom lip from when he fainted at the age of 8 and his tooth cut clear through his lip, and the only reason he grew that ridiculous soul patch was so no one would see it. I always thought with his grey hair it seemed somewhat desperate, but it’s hard to argue when you are often at a loss for words. Most importantly, I could tell you exactly how I felt when he said that he was finally ready. My heart was pounding, and my palms were sweating. I wanted to pull away from him to save my self the embarrassment, but I couldn't get myself to do it, and even if I could, he began pulling me closer until we were chest to chest.

Our hearts were beating as one. Our breathing was synchronizing so that when one of us would swell to take in some much needed air, the other would collapse to exhale and seemingly make room for the other without having to separate from the other. Our arms were around each other now, and our eyes still fixed on another. Our noses pressed together and we paused. Neither of us ready to take the final step despite both knowing what would inevitably happen next. Not a word was spoken, but we both smiled when we knew the other was ready. We kissed.

The world disappeared. We disappeared. Our lips merged and soon, the rest of our being followed. We could not tell where one body ended and the other began. Simultaneously, the world had shrunk and our interconnected existence swelled until that was all there was. It was my first time, but I knew I had entrusted it to someone who was worthy; someone who valued me for who I was. He guided me through the unfamiliar experience and moments of pain with love and patience I had never experienced before. The kind that made you feel that anything was truly possible and nothing was out of reach. It was my first time, and I was lucky enough to have been in love.

The sun shined through the blinds and I looked at the clock; Time for me to go. I looked at him one more time before I left to etch the details of his face into my memory as if it were the last. He peaked with one eye at me and smiled the way he does to make that single dimple appear on his left cheek. I loved that. I kissed him once more, got dressed, and left. I couldn't tell you what exactly was said that morning, but I can tell you with certainty that I could not wait for second period to tell my friends about the night I had. It had finally happened. I never thought that I would have been lucky enough to be picked by someone like Mr. Peterson, but last night, I was.