Sam absolutely adored you. You were the smartest person he knew; and you were sweet, and so gentle. That’s what he loved most about you.

After a couple months of dating Sam, he grew to love things about you that nobody else would’ve noticed. He loved the way your thumb would always rub the top of his hand when you held it. He loved how no matter how swamped you were with schoolwork, you always, always made time for him.

And so, the time you had blocked out of your Friday night was spent with your beau at the drive-in theater. Most of your high school was there, oblivious to the new relationship the two of you shared. You had both decided to keep it on the down low until you both felt comfortable, and that boundary remained.

By the time Sam walked you home, the sun had set. Your fingers intertwined with his as he walked with you, street lamps lighting the direction in which you walked. He eventually stopped you in the middle of the road, both of your houses on opposite sides of the street.

Sam bowed his head down to look at you, his gaze soft and almost admiring as he just looked at you. You matched his gaze, squeezing his hand gently.

“M’glad you had fun tonight, pretty girl. Even if we had to keep it casual.” Sam spoke softly, each word giving you butterflies and making your stomach do flips. Even the way the street lamps cast a soft glow across his face made you swoon. God, he’s the one, isn't he?