For nearly a year now, she has insisted no interest. The boy understood and only brought up dating in a joking manner since the two young adults were in fact best friends. For him, she was off limits.

The lad attempted to think of her as a non-sexual being, such as a lamp or perhaps a desk. He tried his best to view her as a “bro” and treat her as one of the guys. Though he went through a few girlfriends during the year they have been friends, he never was able to think of her any other way other than lovingly.

She had her secrets as well. The girl had plenty of male friends so she had no problem with viewing certain guys as a brother or a lamp. He was different, though. One year ago she met him. Now it seems she cannot live without him. She knew of his desire to be with her, but insisted on staying friends.

Her whole life, her father taught her to always be cautious with everything and everyone. She learned of the boy’s past, and it was not a pretty one. She truly believes him when he tells her that he had changed now, that he is done with all of that secular nonsense. She just needed to see it put in action. And so she did.

Throughout the year before the two became a couple, they gradually grew closer and closer to one another. The weeks before they got together they were already cuddling and holding hands. The boy was ecstatic about these things because he truly believed they would never date.

And so one night not too long ago, the two curled up with each other in the bed of the boys muddy old truck at the drive-in theatre. He was nervous, of course. He had done this many times before with ease. But this time, it actually mattered to the boy. This time, he actually cared.

The boy looked up at her nervously and took her hand with his sweaty hand. The girl pulled the hand back and laughingly told him to clean it. Spooked, the lad pulled back his hand. He laughed it off, wiped his hand on his shirt, and took her hand again.

She nuzzled on his chest. He laid his head on top of hers. It took a little bit, but he finally asked. There was silence. She let there be silence just to lovingly play with his head.

After a minute or two, she looked up at him. He didn’t say a word, but just stood still looking back. She smiled and said, “Well, it’s about time boy!”