“I don’t want to go back,” she sighs, her entire body seemingly melting into the passenger seat. “You have to go back,” you insist, putting your vehicle in park, and turning to watch her. Her eyelids are closed, her dark lashes fluttering over the tops of her cheeks and she’s chewing on her full lower lip. She had spent dinner explaining to you what she had been learning in her freshmen seminar; that if you close you eyes, and envision something happening, it will happen; essentially, if you can dream it, you can do it.
This is not the first or the last time that you will imagine kissing her. Leaning to her side of the car, invading her space and pressing your lips to hers; your fingers would tangle themselves in her thick curls and her hands would trail up your arms to rest on your shoulders. She would smile into the kiss and you would be relieved that this was finally happening, after so long.
“Are you listening?” she asks, her fingers waggling in front of your face. You smile slowly, and then….