Eventually, we retreated to the car where we spent the next hour and a half cuddling, gazing into each other’s souls, and making love while Jimmy Eat World competed with the sound of rushing water plummeting below us. It felt as though we were in our own personal snow globe of ecstasy, only the white flecks swirling around us weren’t snowflakes but stars. Stars everywhere—in the sky, on the water, splashed in ink across his skin and in my eyes as they rolled heavenward on a crest of pleasure.
