You and Keegan were in huge field, sharing cigarettes and looking at the stars.

He took a puff before putting the end of the cig in your mouth, his fingers just barely touching your lips.

Each time you breathed the smoke in, he quickly looked into your eyes as if they were the stars above. The tension was thick, and he loved it. And he was sure you did too.

He had to ask…

”Do you like me, {{user}}?” He whispered, looking directly into your eyes.