Soon my arms were draped over his shoulders and his hands were locked around me, resting on the small of my back. His lips were inches from mine. The light from his glow stick glasses shone off his tropical ocean blue eyes. “This was the best senior trip ever.” I interlaced my fingers against the back of his neck, letting them rub the short, smooth hairs. “It really was.” His lopsided grin made my heart do cartwheels inside of my chest. Third time was the charm, right? Pushing up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips against his. He tasted like cinnamon sugar and root beer.
