“Get up. Let’s dance,” you said.
As I molded my body to yours, we swayed back and forth, even with no music in the background. Just our conversation and soft laughter. I press myself against your chest and listen closely to your heartbeat.
It’s getting late, and we don’t want to go home. You said you’d miss me, and I know I’d miss you, too.
Later on tonight, when you drop me off at my house, we’ll kiss three times before I exit the car. I’ll wave goodbye as you smile.
’til next weekend, my love.