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Booker:That first school dance I took you to.
Macie:Homecoming, my freshman year and your sophomore. You were already on varsity, such a star from day one.
Booker:All those summers of hauling hay bales paid off. I had a strong throwing arm.
Macie:When we won, the whole damn town was in the best mood. Even my dad was happy to have you come to the door.
Booker:I remember it was the first time he invited me inside to wait for you. Usually, they had Jeeves keep me out on the porch. Your parents hated me from day one.
Macie:You were the gorgeous boy from the other side of the tracks, coming to steal my virtue. The day they caught you staring at my ass in my church dress was the day they stopped tolerating you. What was I, fourteen? Which meant you were fifteen and filled to the brim with hormones.
Booker:The one with the blue flowers? Damn. I remember that dress. It was short, and it swished around your thighs. I was always millimeters away from seeing your tight little ass.
Macie:That’s the one.
Booker:You always did wear sweet dresses to church. Making me want to sin while I should have been repenting.
Macie:I think my dad caught us once.
Booker:You went to the bathroom in the middle of the sermon. I couldn’t help myself. I followed you and grabbed you when you were coming out. Palmed your ass and pulled you close. You pecked my lips and then winked as you walked away.
Macie:I got a talking-to on the way home. My mom told me that boys only wanted one thing from me. My dad white-knuckled the steering wheel like he wanted to strangle it.
Booker:They never thought much of me. I wasn’t worth anything in their eyes. They never understood how my whole world revolved around you. I didn’t want one thing from you, I wanted everything, and I’m pretty sure your daddy knew it, and was hell-bent on making sure I didn’t get it.
Macie:Why would you say that? Did my dad keep the letters to keep us apart?
Booker:No more why, you promised.
Macie:Fine. Stop talking about my damn dad then.
Booker:Gladly. Tell me, what else you remember about homecoming?
Macie:You wore that tux you borrowed from McCall’s dad, and I wore that ridiculous pink dress.
Booker:You were beautiful. You’re always beautiful.
Macie:It was so puffy, so much tulle.
Booker:You let me put my hands up that puffy pink dress.
Macie:You’d never touched me like that before. I was nervous and excited.
Booker:I’d never touched anyone like that before. My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly use them. I felt like my entire body was vibrating. We steamed up the windows of that old truck. I was enthralled with the sounds you made, the way you came apart on my fingers.
Macie:I asked for more and you told me we needed to slow down.
Booker:I didn’t want to rush either of us. I wanted to take my time with each and every first we had together. I still dropped you off past curfew.
Macie:It was the first time I was late getting home. My father was livid. He grounded me for two weeks. All the favor you’d earned throwing that winning touchdown went right out the damn window.
Booker:Which led to the first time I stayed the night. Remember that?
Macie:My parents had that benefit in Houston. You snuck in my window and we fell asleep watching scary movies in my bed.
Booker:The sound of the front door opening the next morning was what woke me. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
Macie:It’s funny because we didn’t even do anything beyond kissing that night. Just happy to be together and holding each other. I can’t believe they never caught us.
