When I opened my eyes it didn't feel real.
I stared at the white ceiling, taking in the intricate details of the fancy light that hung high above me. I relaxed, feeling the soft mattress beneath my body, a portion of the smooth white covers draped over my chest. One of my hands rested on top of the blankets, the other underneath, clenching in a sweaty fist.
My heart pounding, I wondered if last night was all a dream. It felt too good to be true.
There was only one way to find out.
Slowly, carefully, I turned my neck, focusing on the rotating of bones and the soreness of my neck. I closed my eyes, half afraid of what I might find. But she had wanted it; I didn't force her or anything.
And there she was.
Unlike some people when they lost their virginity, I didn't regret it. I knew I had made the right choice, and it was the appropriate time. Although time never flew so fast last night, I was content.
I felt Patrick shift beside me and felt a sudden urge to see his face. I turned, savoring the moments before my breath would be taken away like it always was.
When I turned, he was staring at me.
Even though I've known him for a long, long time, perhaps since I was 6, but he still stole my breath away. The ruffled golden curls, the deep blue eyes, the lips that cracked into a grin when our eyes met.
My heart fluttered in my chest as my mouth curved into a smile in return.