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found emotions in turmoil.
Fear. Need. Concern. Lust.
And then he said the words
we were both afraid to hear.
I love you, Kristina.
I Was Cinderella
and Chase was my unlikely Prince Charming.
(Hey, I’d graduated from
knights to princes, even if they were unlikely.)
Suddenly I was very sure.
“I love you, too, Chase.”
For real?
I reached up and kissed him and it
was very, very real, despite the quite
surreal juxtaposition of colors
in the night sky.
You take my breath away.
“Make love to me. Please? I don’t
care who sees.” He might have.
But just then his watch beeped “two.”
No way. Come on, let’s go!
Well beyond the witching hour,
Chase hustled most of his guests
out the door. (A few were tied up
in the bedrooms.)
I didn’t want to piss off your parents.
We wouldn’t make it home until
almost three. But the E insisted
I remain hopeful.
“They’re always in bed by ten….”
