Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Trevor

She looked so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t help leaning down to kiss her. Once I touched her face and pulled her gaze up to mine, I was lost in the moment.

“Should we go?” she asks, stepping out into the hall of her dorm. She locks the door behind her. Automatically, I take her hand, and we walk out into the early evening. The six blocks spent walking to my building is full over conversation and laughter. It’s so unbelievably easy with her. I didn’t know it could be this easy.

I’ve planned a whole thing on my rooftop terrace. I hired caterers, because I can’t cook for shit. I want to impress her.

I think she thinks we are going up to my apartment, but when I push PR on the elevator, the look of confusion on her face is adorable.

“Where are we going?” she asks as the elevator does its thing and whisks us to the top of the building. I don’t answer, I want her to see it. The terrace is mine, but I don’t tell her that. The lights that are set up twinkle in the darkness. The candles on the patio table do to. “Oh, wow. You can see everything from here.” She does a 360-degree turn, getting a great view of the city.

“It’s great, isn’t it,” I say, looking around for the first time. It’s easy to miss the sights when you see them every day.

I take her over to where the table is set up. The cater waiter I hired pulls her chair out for her, and she sits.

“We’re eating up here? I thought you just wanted to show me the view.”

“We are,” I say, sitting down across from her.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she says as she puts her napkin in her lap.

“I wanted to do this. I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“I do. Oh my gosh, it’s lovely, Trevor. Thank you.”

“Wine?” the waiter asks before I can respond.

“No, thank you. I’m not old enough,” she says, putting her hand over her glass. For a moment, I panic.

“Fuck. How old are you?” I ask, praying she’s legal, though with the way that I feel about her, I doubt anything would keep me from wanting her.

“I’m nineteen.” Thank God.

I also opt not to drink. I want to have a clear head tonight. We eat the fixed menu, but I couldn’t tell you what I eat because I’m so wrapped up in September. Her likes, dislikes, favorite color, movie, chips—everything gets committed to memory as we talk and eat.

Eventually, the waiter sees himself out and it’s just us. Soft music is playing from my outdoor stereo system. Standing, I extend my hand to her.

“Dance with me?” I ask. She looks confused but then takes my hand. I pull her close to me, and I can’t help inhaling her scent. She smells like the last of summer–coconuts and sunshine. I puts my hands on her waist, and she puts her arms around my shoulders, and we begin to sway to the music. Instantly, it feels like we’ve been doing this exact thing forever. I pause and shudder when I feel her soft lips on my neck. With one quick movement, I kiss her deeply. I lose track of how long we stand there intwined like that, but eventually, I let her go. I have to. I don’t want to take it to far tonight. We’ve got the rest of our lives, I’m in no hurry.

I don’t know if it’s the moonlight, the dancing, and September herself, but I know that I don’t want to let her go.

Ever.