Shifting our bodies so that he was behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in close. “‘In the Summertime’ by Mungo Jerry.” Mimicking the singer’s voice, he broke into the chorus, giving me a hilarious rendition of one of my favorite childhood songs. “Is that the one?” “Yes!” Biting down on my lip with sheer delight, I gripped his forearms for dear life when he began to swing me around in circles. “Oh my God,” I squealed, feeling safer in this boy’s arms than anywhere else on earth. “Please don’t let go.” “Never,” he vowed. “Not in a million years.”
