First Flight, Final Fall

He kisses me. In the very spot where we first met.

And this time, I don’t critique.

I don’t deflect.

I don’t flee.

For the first and final time, I let myself fully fall.

“I love you, Adler Beck.”

Beck chuckles as he uses my waist to tug my body flush with his. “I love you, Saylor Scott.”

“Let’s go find a storage closet, and I’ll show you.”

“What did you think of the game?”

He’s got reason to be confident. Ever since I agreed to give us a try, his record on convincing me to say yes is pretty spotless. Even disallowing his dirtier tricks.

“Guess you’ll just have to ask me and find out then,”

“I’ll turn you down.”

“I don’t know. Did I?”

“This is alleviating a lot of worries about the surprise proposal I planned for tonight.”