We looked at each other, all goofy. And I bet you think we kissed, because that’s how these little moments go. But I never kissed Frankie. I thought about it. I wanted to. But he hooked his arm around my arm and I leaned my head against his shoulder and we sat like that, kind of intertwined, with the waves crashing, and honestly, for that night, it was perfect. I felt so relaxed and so safe, like I’d known him all my life. I was totally, head over heels in love with him. And with music.
