Towards the end of the night, Keira and I had made our way out to the football field to get some privacy and to cool off a little.
“I used to take girls out here to make out when I first started high school,” Keira admitted as we were underneath the bleachers.
“Oh yeah?” I asked her, leaning up against the metal poles.
“Uh huh,” she answered, sauntering over to me and putting her hands above my head, onto the metal. I placed my hands on her hips.
“And you think I’m going to be one of those girls?” I teased.
“I was hoping so.” She had a devilish grin on her face.
I unintentionally bit my lip. “I don’t know how I should feel about that.”
“Well,” she started, moving in a little closer to me. “You would, by far, be the most beautiful, funniest, sexiest girl I have ever kissed down here,
