by Callie West
I took his hand again. “So … no more sneaking around?”
He nodded solemnly.
“And no more midnight visits to my window?”
Chris made a face, but nodded.
“And when we study together, we really study?”
He nodded again.
“And when we swim together we put on our bathing suits first?”
A rueful smile crept onto Chris’s face as he nodded again.
“Maybe we could try going to the movies or to dinner,” he suggested. “You know, things people do on ordinary dates.”
And then we shared another smile, because we both knew that nothing we did together would ever be ordinary.
“Here’s to the end of the Astronomy Club,” he said. He leaned forward and took my face in both his hands. “And the beginning of true love.”
When his lips met mine, I felt a rush of happiness that took my breath away. It was a kiss filled with promises. And with hope.