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As prom comes to an end, we make our way to a secluded spot by the lake, where his car is.
He lifts me in his arms, and I look up at the stars, pulling him close.
“I don’t want tonight to end.” I desperately wish for more time. If my earlier wish for Andrew came true, couldn’t this one come true too?
When he leans down and kisses my neck, I jolt wide awake. He grins at my reaction. “Should I take you home?” I can tell he doesn’t want me to say yes, and the truth is that’s the last thing I want too.
When I shake my head, he opens the back seat of the car and gently brings me down onto the seat. He kisses the top of my head then runs around to the other door and in a flash is next to me.
The sunroof above us is open, the moonlight pouring down on us.
As he leans towards me, my breath suspends.
And then he kisses me like I’ve always wanted him too. His hand traces the curve of my waist as he kisses me deeply, making my toes curl and a deliciously uncomfortable heat grow between my legs.
This is all so new to me. I mean, I had a few make-out sessions with Patrick Shire, but nothing Patrick ever made me feel compares to what Andrew is making me feel right now.
Gasping, I break away for a moment. “Andrew, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He playfully rubs his nose against mine. “What’s that?”
My face goes bright red, and I bite down on my lip as my nervousness grows. “I am a…”
“Virgin?” Andrew interrupts with a smile.
Panic seizes me. “How can you tell?”
“Emily, it’s okay,” he assures me, kissing me again. “Actually, I have something to tell you too. I’ll finally tell you my secret.”
He’s looking so boyish and excited, his blue eyes bright as a dark strand of hair falls across his eyes again. I gently move it out of the way and then hold his hands, eagerly waiting for his news.
“I got drafted,” he finally blurts out.
“To the army?” I ask, confused.
“No, silly. The NHL!” Andrew squeezes my hands tightly.
I squeal, jumping into his lap. “Where are you going?”
Andrew puffs up his chest with pride as he declares, “The New York Arctic Hounds.”
He is overflowing with excitement, but I’m wilting inside as reality hits me. We are both leaving Chicago. I’ll be going to college in San Diego in the fall, and he’ll be pursuing his hockey dream in New York, which can only mean one thing.
“I won’t ever see you again, will I?” My lips tremble and my eyes fill up with tears.
“Don’t you say that.” He gently touches my cheek and then kisses me with hungry lips. “Go to college. I’ll be back for you. I promise.”
“I promise…” I begin, my voice trembling. “I promise too. I’ll wait for you.”
I can’t help it and start to cry, and he gently wipes away all my tears.
Then, looking deep into my eyes, he smiles and whispers, “I love you, Emily Mitchell.”
I gasp for air, my heart thudding in my chest. “I love you too, Andrew Connoly.”
We kiss again, this time with a desperate need for each other. He adjusts my legs until I’m straddling him, and I gasp when I feel the growing bulge between his legs.
Andrew brings his hand inside the top of my dress and under my bra, playing with a nipple and making me quiver.
