Devan
After Justin readjusts my dress, I settle between his legs, my back against his chest as we sit on the blanket and watch as the sky fills with purples and reds. The effects of what he did isn't gone. It's as if mini explosions are still detonating beneath my skin like firecrackers in a string, bringing life to nerve endings I never knew existed. His heart pounds against my head, and I feel him everywhere. Craning my neck, I look back at him. “After what we did" —I'm still in shock— “I think we need to make this officially real."
His hand settles on my stomach, his fingers splayed. “I think that's what we just did."
“I'm talking about telling people."
“I agree." He lifts my chin so I'm looking back at him. “We could tell your family tonight."
My eyes open wide. “You'd be will
