We ran out of gas ten miles from town, the engine sputtering to a halt. I glanced over and looked at her, her beautiful black curls dancing.

“Honestly, we’re out of gas!” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“So,” she said (I could tell she thought I was lying), “what do we do now?”

I rolled my eyes and we got out of the car. It was only a few minutes later until she apologized for not believing me.

I grew uncomfortable as soon as she spoke and knew it was going to burst out. ”...Can I ask you something?” I said.

“What?”

Here it went. “You know I like you, don’t you?”

She smiled sheepishly. “Yes,” she breathed.

“And…I hope you like me…the way I like you.” Was it going to work?

“Yes.”

Oh, man! “I was wondering if…you would be my girl.”

“Oh, Michael.” I shuddered with glee at how gently she said it.

I grinned and gave her my ring. Now it was official. But…that also meant one secret had to lead to the next.

”...I have somethin’ I wanna tell you….”