“I was definitely marking my territory, and I also wanna be your boyfriend.” I try to hold her gaze, too eager for her response. And ever so slowly, her lips hoist in the cutest smile. “I guess that makes me your girlfriend.” I grin back. “Looks like it.” I’ve been hanging on to this goal post for dear life, and I just flew through it. Confetti cannons, stadiums of applause, champagne spewing in the air, I hear and see it all in my head, and my grin widens. I have the girl.
