He muted the tv, just as he normally would when there was something we needed to talk about. I was smiling like a loon. We looked at each other. Five seconds, ten, fifteen. And then he smiled too. "All good?" he asked. "All good, Dad." He nodded. "Good. Your hair's wet." "It's raining." I yawned. "Going to bed. Love you." "Love you, too, sweetheart." The moment I closed my bedroom door behind me, I squeaked out a joyful "Eeeee!" and jumped in my bed. I grabbed my pillow, hugging it tight in my arms. Was this how it felt like to be in love? As if nothing could go wrong, as if nothing could piss me off. Everything was just so damn good. But wasn't this just too fast? Even though it felt like we've known each other for a long time, the truth was that I'd only known him for a few days. It couldn't be real yet, could it? Was love at first sight real? I thought back to the very first day I saw him in the lecture hall. And somehow, I knew—no, I felt that he was going to be a part of my life. I turned on my side, closed my eyes, hugged my pillow with both hands and feet. So, do we date now? I bit my lip, so I couldn't squeal like a super excited seal. Cameron Jeremiah St. Laurent. Wow. How hawt was his name? Scorching. I wanted to get to know him better. I wanted him to open up to me, without hesitation. I was going to peel him like a sexy banana, until I knew everything about him. It was just so weird feeling this way. But if he wasn't ready, that was fine. I knew how hard it was to get him to talk about himself. I could be patient. I knew though that he wanted to get to know me better. Like his version of better. That was fine. I guessed I wanted that too. But not right away. Maybe in a few years. Making out was fine. Maybe even... second base? "Eeeee!" I rolled around in my bed. My face felt hot. Gah! He's a guy though. Guys nowadays aren't interested in a relationship without sex. Hello? What century are you living in? I sat up quickly, my hair flipping against my face. I flicked it off. Besides, you do remember that make-out sesh you had with him, right? He had no qualms letting you know what he wanted. Well, I'd just have to have a talk with him. Communication is they key with these things. He knew I was a virgin. He knew where I stood when it comes to sex. If he didn't, I'd let him know. I didn't play games when it came to relationships. If I did, I'd have gone out with a number of guys already. I didn't date just for the moment. Or just to have fun. If I decided to be with a guy, it was because I was serious. I had forever in my mind. What was the point in dating him when I knew he wasn't going to be the one? Maybe he was the one, maybe he wasn't. But I was going in with the knowledge—or hope that maybe... maybe he was. Take it slow for now. Get to know each other. Don't be rash and say he's the one. For goodness sake, you just met the guy! "He's the one, though. I can feel it." Maybe I was scared a little. Okay, a lot. But if I had a pyramid of emotions, feeling scared wouldn't be dominant. Happiness and excitement were. I grabbed my phone, hoping I'd see a text from him. I felt a little disappointed when I didn't. But that was fine. He wasn't the type to text. Should I text him though? Maybe he needed a prompt. I should start and maybe he'd do the same. I opened my inbox, laughing quietly when I saw his contact name. SOS meaning spawn of Satan. I should change it. I went to my contacts and changed it to Cameron. Then changed it to Cameron Jeremiah. Then changed it to St. Laurent. Then changed it to Bigfoot. Then My Crush. In the end, I settled for Cameron. And typed a text message to him. See you tomorrow, Skyscraper. Same time. Goodnight. Damn, I forgot to add an emoji. I sent a smiley emoji after that. I hugged my phone to my chest, waiting for his reply until I fell asleep. The next day felt like a present. The day was a little brighter, happier. Well, it was raining a little bit, but what did it matter? I was going to see him soon. My heart was happy. I didn't even need coffee. All right, I did, but that was beside the point. I meant figuratively. After coffee, I hopped in the shower, did my ritual morning routine. Put make-up on carefully. I was smiling all the while. I should add a second coat of mascara, I thought, since I wanted to wear my glasses today. My hair was still damp. Just like last night when I kissed him in the rain. Something squealed. And it came from my throat. Was that me? That kiss was so romantic. I wanted another one. It took a little while longer to pick out clothes. Maybe I should wear a blue top, just because it reminded me of his eyes, I decided as I walked to my dresser. "Ugh." I looked down and saw that I stepped on my phone. I grabbed it right away, hoping it didn't crack. It didn't. Did he reply last night? I fell asleep and didn't check yet. I pushed the home button. I gasped. There was a message from him. I opened my inbox. I held my breath as I opened the text. Cameron: I don't need a ride.