By the time the fourth attempt came, I laughed so much that I couldn’t sit still.
Anyway, the photos were perfect.
We looked happy.
When the band announced the last slow song, Michael looked for me before anyone else could invite me to dance.
He surrounded my waist with an arm. The other hand rested gently on my back.
For a while, neither of them said anything.
I put my head on his shoulder.
“If you don’t let me go...” I smiled. “...we’ll miss graduation.
He laughed softly.
“I’ve waited three years to dance like this with you.” She looked me in the eye. Five more minutes will not hurt.
The song ended too soon.
We stayed there a few more seconds while everyone around us picked up their jackets and cameras.
Finally, Michael kissed my forehead.
I frowned. — Where are you going?
I left something in my truck.
