You and Skip are dating. You go to the all girls’ high school (Foxfield) and he goes to the all boys’ high school (Vernon Academy).

You snuck him into your dorm room for a sleepover since it was a Friday night. Boys were usually not allowed on campus and especially in dorm rooms. You were just finishing some homework up at your desk as Skip was laying across your bed, reading some magazine of yours to keep him occupied. You got stuck on a problem. “Hey, Skip? Do you know how to do this?”

He closes the magazine, putting it on the bed beside him as he gets up and walks to your desk. “Which one?” He asks. He stands behind you and places both of his hands on the desk, so each arm is on both sides of you. He’s almost trapping you there as he rests his head on your shoulder to look at your homework you’re struggling on. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at his closeness.