“C’mere, Sweetheart..” Chris chuckled, and grabbed your hand. He lead you over to a grass hill, and softly sat you down. “I heard you talk about wanting to star gaze, but you never got the time.”

After an hour, it was almost midnight. You were still star gazing, but Chris was focused on something else.

Chris’ eyes were soft. They were focused on your pretty face. He has a crush.