The night was one of those ones where it was like stepping into a velvet lined closet. The air felt about the same, humid with enough moisture my hair was soaked before I started to the bay. I lay in the sand on a towel in the moonlight waiting for him. The kid with the brown hair and matching eyes the color of chocolate that makes me melt inside. The kid with a scar under his eye. The kid I'm falling for fast with no one to catch me. The kid whose shadow is over me as I type by the light of a single star.