Chapter 5

  Over the next few months, Buxton and I became closer and closer. Close enough to the point that we were best friends. One night, while we were sitting on the dock and swinging our feet in the water, Buxton laid back and stared up at the starry sky. "Have you ever wanted something so bad you were afraid to ask for it or take it?" He asked after a moment of contemplative silence. "Yes," I replied quietly. "Like it was right there in front of you, but you were scared to take it?" He made a grabbing gesture with his hand. I nodded. "So what did you do about it?" He looks at me, eyes searching my face. "I... I took it anyway," I whispered as I leaned down and kissed him. His hand cupped the nape of my neck as he pushed me back onto the wood of the dock, leaving him half on top of me. I moaned as his tongue thrust into my mouth and his hands gripped my waist. My hands grasped his broad shoulders. He slowly lifted his mouth from mine, and we were both breathless. Buxton was laying in the V of my legs, resting on his elbows so he wouldn't crush me. One of his hands was twirling a curl between his fingers. That had become his new favorite hobby around me. "I love you," he whispered quietly, almost reverently. I looked down at him with a small smile. "Really? You mean it?" He nodded. He leaned up and gave me a featherlight kiss. It wasn't one of the burning, passionate ones we had, but it still lit me up. "I love you too," I replied as I propped myself up on one elbow and ran my other hand through his hair. And that's how I got a boyfriend.