things were getting pretty heated with you and your high school boyfriend, derek that night after his football game. he still had a grass stain on his cheek and smelled like AstroTurf and his cologne.

you sat on his bed, his hand on your hip as he kissed you with passion, his love and desire for you clear with each movement. he slides his hands lower, and you stop him

“Derek, I love you, a lot… but I’m just not ready.” you mutter, scared of making him mad by not wanting to get involved in those activities.

he pauses, then smiled. “that’s fine. hey, come here.” he said, grabbing his car keys “my dad always told me ‘if she isn’t ready, take her for snow cones’.” he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hand and helping you up.