Our foreheads touched as we swayed to the music. Our eyes were closed. My fingers laced together behind his head, my thumbs stroking the warm skin of his neck.
"This is all I'd ever wanted, to slow dance at a high school prom to slow, romantic music. You're making all my dreams come true," I whispered to him.
He laughed, obviously amused. "You're easy to please. If I'd known that taking you to prom was the key to winning you over, I would've taken you last year."
"You're the absolute best. Thank you so much for asking me this year."