“Almost ten,” he says, and I bury my face in his chest, laughing. “Thank God, he fell asleep before the last credits. I think he would have chosen Beauty and the Beast next, and I think I would have put my foot down.”

“You lie,” I joke with him. “He has you wrapped around his finger.”

“I can be mean,” he says, and I look up at him and see that his hair is everywhere.

My hand moves up to play with his hair. “Yeah?” I ask him, trying not to laugh at him. The whole night was a dream. Coming home after this morning, I didn’t think I would be able to think of anything else. But here with Justin, he made me look at things differently.

“Yeah,” he hisses and then leans down and kisses me. At first, it starts with just a peck, and then the peck gets longer, and he leans down, this time, lingering even longer. The next time he comes back, I slide my tongue out and slip it into his mouth. I push myself into him, and he rolls us to the side and takes the kiss deeper. His tongue invades my mouth, and his kisses leave me itching for more. Wanting more. He leaves my mouth and slowly moves down to my neck, and I give him access and close my eyes, his smell all over me. He rolls me to my back, and his arms on either side of my head hold him up. My legs open for him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth comes back to me, and he kisses me again, and then he stops suddenly. “I really, really don’t want to stop,” he says. I suddenly get a rush of embarrassment, and I lose eye contact with him. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says, and I look at him confused. “We’re going to do this, just not next to Dylan.” He motions his head to the side where Dylan is on his back passed out. “I’m getting up now,” he says, and he wraps one of his arms around my waist and picks me up. My arms and legs tighten around him, and he walks out of the fort.

I bury my face in his neck and rub my nose against him back and forth, giving him little soft butterfly kisses. He walks us to his room and puts his knee on the bed and slowly lowers me. My hands loosen their hold of him, and just like that, his lips are on mine again. The kisses are everything you dream of. When you’re a little girl and you read all the fairy tales about the handsome prince coming to save you, this is what you dream the kisses are. This is what you dream would happen.