again.
And then it happened. My mother always told me that if I waited for the right person, then sex would be beautiful. She was right.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and after an hour of dozing, I awoke with a head full of thoughts. Mainly, I wondered what was going through Tyson’s head. I was his first, as he was mine, and I hoped and prayed with all my heart that it’d been just as special and amazing for Tyson as it had been for me.
When he took me home that night, he was quiet for the entire ride back.
“Ava, I want to tell you something,” he finally said, once we’d pulled i nto my driveway. We sat in his El C amino in the quietness of the night.
“Yeah?” I asked him.
“Six months isn’t a very long time,” he said, quietly, and for a slight second, I thought he was about to break up with me. My heart literally skipped a beat.
“But the way I feel about you,” he went on. “It’s like we’ve known each other for way longer than that, you know? I’m not freaking you out, am I?” I laughed, with relief, and shook my head.
“No,” I replied.
“Anyway,” he continued. “I love you, Ava. And you know how we talked about soulmates and stu ff the first night we met? Well now that you’re in my life, I-I don’t want you to walk out. ” He was stumbling over his words, but I knew what he meant. I felt the same way, of course.
“Tyson, do you realize how amazing I think you are?” I asked him then. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said, smiling. “And that’s what I’m trying to say, you know? I love you and I’m pretty sure it’s a lifetime kind of thing.” I laughed.
“You love me…infinity plus one, right?” I teased. “Was I that good in bed?” He cracked up and gave me a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Yeah, I gotta admit,” he replied. “I guess I’m your love slave now.” I lost myself in a fit of laughter.
4.
I didn’t tell Emily or Cassie or anyone else about what had happened between Tyson and me that night. It was something that I wanted to keep for just the two of us.
Both of our proms and college acceptance letters came and went, and we were still going strong, still together, loving each other more and more every day. Luckily, graduation fell on two different nights for us, and at Tyson’s graduation, I finally met his father.
After his graduating class threw their caps into the air, I ran down to Constantine High’s football field to congratulate Tyson. As I was cutting up with Tyson and Jake, I heard someone yell Tyson’s name.
“Ty!”
We all turned and saw Laura running down the field. She ran to Tyson and gave him a big hug, just as a man walked up behind her.
He was nothing like I’d imagined he’d be, though somehow, I just knew who he was. Tall, lanky, with thinning brown hair showing bits of gray, he wasn’t what I’d pictured ever being married to a woman as breathtaking as Tyson’s mom. But there was a kindness behind his tired eyes and his somewhat droopy smile, so I figured there was potential in there somewhere.
“Ava, you look so pretty!” Laura said to me then. I smiled.
“You’re the pretty one,” I repli ed, eyeing her white sundress that made her look nothing short of