Page 53 of The List of Things

?Spaghetti with only one meatball.

?Cute kitchen food fight while we cook together.

?Sharing a milkshake with one straw.

Slow dance in the street.

Carve our names into trees.

Make me a playlist.

Romantic first time.

Buy me the prettiest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen.

?Ferry Boat date.

?Seeing a movie and you slowly making your move.

Romantic New Years Kiss.

Get tattoos together.

Defend my honor.

Midnight Beach Trip.

Cloud Watching.

Go to a karaoke bar where I sing horribly, but you watch, and look at me like I’m the best in the world.

Kiss in the rain

The cute checkmarks warm my heart just the same. I look at the list, feeling somewhat embarrassed as I do, but ignore the sinking feeling as soon as I feel it. It’s far too late to be embarrassed around him. It’s especially late in the game to feel embarrassed about this list.

“What about tattoos?” He asks and the sinking returns.

“You seriously would get matching tattoos with me?” I barely believe him.

There’s no way he’s serious. Also knowing my mom might have my neck if she knows I got a random tattoo with some random boy she’s never heard of in her life. She knows how I've felt about tattoos, and not being sure what I wanted. She would kill me.

“Hell no. I don’t want to get matching tattoos. That’s no fun. I want you to pick a tattoo out for me, and trust me to pick one out for you.”

My laugh is so loud it shakes my chest.

“You want to pick out my first tattoo ever... And I would have no say in what it is?” Just making sure I heard him right, I think I might have gone crazy or misheard, that must be it.

“Um... Yeah,” His smile is prominent on his face, and incredibly charming too. “Come on, just trust me.”

He smiles with closed lips now, and I feel nervous energy rolling through my body. I trust him, somewhat… But to let go of it all, to give in fully is tough for me, especially considering how new this all is. It’s new but it feels like it’s been going on for weeks on end which makes this even scarier.

“I trust you with a lot of things, but-”

“Like what?”

“Um... My body... And... and this list. I trust you to drive me places. And to stay in my apartment. I don’t know, I trust you but-”

“If you trust me to make you feel good… and to sleep at your place... Then I think you can trust me enough to know I would never permanently put something on your body that you would hate…” He sneaks his arm under my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

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