I hum to myself, my fingers tracing up and down your arm absentmindedly while my opposite arm rests behind my head. We’re currently laying on your bed and you’re curled up on my chest, probably half asleep by now. Even though we’ve managed to keep us a complete secret from everyone, including our parents, I still jump on any opportunity I have to see you alone. You, naturally, refused to ever sneak out and into my room like I originally suggested, so instead I sneak in through your bedroom window every other night after your parents are asleep.

“Coming to the game tomorrow night?” I murmur, kissing the top of your head. I’m on the football team at school, and all season long I’ve practically begged you to come to one of my games.