A True Story

He got nervous, and wanted to back out. I told him, I'm twenty-four, I can do what I want. So he laid his head on my pillow and we slept apart, not touching, for an hour or two.

Is this what it's gonna be like, I thought. All night, him breathing quietly, so far away. But then, it happened, and he scooted just a little bit closer to me. Close enough so that I could feel his body heat under my covers. And so I took a chance and scooted a little bit closer to him...So he met me all the way until there was no space between us, and another first for Elizabeth Dawson was in the making.

Eventually laying there turned into more, but I shook my head against his, no, and he was respectful enough to stop. So we laid there, together now, and I pretended to sleep, and I willed the morning to come slower than usual, but it didn't...