A tanned hand pulls me through the black mesh and onto the browning grass beneath the rows of seats. Footsteps hammer on the metal above my head, a titanium-white smile reflecting back at me. Shawn might as well lick his lips with the way he stares at me. I peer over my shoulder and through the mesh, at my friends wondering where I went. “What are you doing?” “I just can’t wait.” “To what?” “To kiss you.”
