Love Song

~Amy~

~Earlier that night~

If I'd been with any other guy at this formal, I would've felt uncomfortable and...just not right. But with Peter, I felt comfortable in my own skin. When the slow song began, Peter had taken my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor.

“Peter, I don't dance.” I whined. Peter responded with a chuckle. He took my hands and placed them around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“There.” He whispered, pulling me closer to him. We danced in a circle, making me dizzy. Of course, that could’ve meant I was nervous and awkward. But for my sanity’s sake, I would blame it on the fact that I was moving in a circle.

“Amy, calm down.” Peter chuckled. “Loosen up. Don’t be so tense.” he said as he stopped dancing. But he still kept his gentle grip around my waist.

“I’m just nervous.” I mumbled. He let go of my waist and grabbed my hand. He led me outside. My high heels clip-clopped along the wooden gym floor as we walked outside. The summer night was surprisingly cool, making my naked farmer-tanned shoulders exposed to the cold air. Peter sat me down on a wooden bench. I stared at the blue wood as my fingernail picked at the chipping paint.

“Are you ok?” he asked, putting his warm hand on my freezing hand.

“I’m fine. Just cold.” I said softly.

“You’re cold?” Peter said, cocking his head to the side. I gave him a small nod, not wanting to say anything. I felt his arm slide from one shoulder to the other and pull me closer to him. His warm fingers stroked my cold arm gently . The warmth of his fingers made my arms tingle and formed Goosebumps, making me shiver again. Peter took his other hand and lifted my head up. I stared into his big blue eyes. His stare made me melt. He smiled as he leaned down and his lips grazed mine gently. I lifted my hands and put them on his shoulders. He stroked my cheeks, warming them.

He finally broke the kiss, but his hands didn’t leave my cheeks. The warmth he was giving me spread through my body like it was in my blood.

“Amy, I don’t want to jinx anything but…” he stopped, thinking about what he was going to say next, “I feel really good about us. You’re just amazing Amy.”

He kissed more two or three more times before we decided to go home.

We sat in the backseat of his dad’s truck, staring at the road, holding each others hand. When we pulled up to my driveway, Peter walked me to my door, still holding my hand. I grabbed my apartment key out of my bag.

“Thanks Peter. I had a really nice time.” I said with a smile. I pushed the key into the lock and turned it. Then I looked back at Peter.

“It was my pleasure Amy. I hope we can do something a bit more casual.” he pulled at his tie with a laugh.

“I’d like that.” I laughed, pulling the uncomfortable ponytail out of my hair.

“You know Amy, your hair is really pretty down.” he murmured, running his fingers through my hair.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks grow hot. Peter laughed and put his hands in his pockets.

“Good-night Amy.” he leaned down and kissed me again. Leaving me too dazed to say it back.

I turned towards the door, listening to a car door shut and drive away. I was about to open the door, when the door turned and opened, where my mom stood, looking excited and giddy.

“Did you have a nice time Amy?” she asked.

“Yes Mom.” I mumbled, moving past her. She continued to ask me questions until I closed my bedroom door in her face.

I lifted my blanket and grabbed my pajamas. I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how different I looked. Older, more…mature?

I removed my dress and laid it on my bed. I pulled my shirt over my head and put my pajama pants on and looked at the mirror again.

Nothing looked different. I still felt beautiful.

And the best part was…Peter was making me feel that way. I had this feeling that I was falling for him…