They put the slow music on at prom. You see the boy of your dreams dancing with someone else. You decide to step out of the gym for a breather, not noticing that he saw you leave.

You silently sulk by the lockers then guess who comes out after you. It's him the boy of your dreams. You lock eyes in silent understanding. He backs you against a locker, and goes for a kiss. It tastes sweet. You want more. You wrap your arms around him and steal a passionate kiss, eyes closed. You spend the rest of the evening dancing in the barely- lit hallways. Later that night, he takes you home and it felt wrong to part ways with his hand. You lie in bed, the songs playing again and again. Then, a thought is planted and grows: what if it was just for tonight?