The look he threw me wasn't playful anymore. "Well, it's yours," he said quietly. His body. I bit my lip, cleared my throat when my dirty mind went to dirty things. Was it normal to think about sex this much? What was happening to me? "You know, we could've just stayed at your place and watched a movie," I said. "I wanted to take you out on a date." My cheeks felt warm. "I wanted to take you out on a date too. Tell me what you and dad talked about." "Mostly you." "What did he say?" "Lots of things." "Like what?" The look he threw me was both exasperated and affectionate. Even I didn't have the power to hold my smile after he looked at me like that. It felt intimate, something like couples do all the time. Normal things, lovely things. Was this what people in relationships kept harping about? All those pictures on social media of couples doing stuff together. Now I understood. I wanted to do them with Cameron. Simple, everyday things, and maybe the not so simple either. Anything. I just wanted more time with him. To make more memories together. "We're here," he said. Here was an old drive-in theatre. A long cluster of thick pine trees served as a wall that hid the interior of the place from motorists and undoubtedly blocked the noise from vehicles on the highway. On the far-left side was the entrance. There was a big square vintage sign on top of a ticket booth that showed which movie was playing and the admission price. It was decorated with blinking colorful lights. "We're going to watch Gone with the Wind?" "It's a classic. You don't like it?" "I do, but...you?" He shrugged. "I don't care. You're here with me." I wished this night would never end. I wished I had a video of the whole thing so I could watch it over and over again. "Hi there, folks." An old man with thick glasses and a long white beard greeted us at the booth. If Santa had a brother, he would be it. "Welcome to the Blue Night Drive-in. For two?" As Cameron paid for the tickets, Santa's brother told us the concession stand wouldn't be open since there weren't a lot of customers tonight. In fact, he continued with passion, he was surprised the drive-in even opened this year and it was most probably going out of business next year since folks would rather go to the modern theatres that charged an ungodly amount on tickets and food, so we better make the most of it tonight. It was getting too cold out now too and they'd probably close their doors at the end of the week. He told us what radio station to tune in so we could listen to the movie, have the best time, gave us a huge smile and waved us in. The drive-in looked like a massive parking lot and in the middle of it was a gigantic screen that lit up the whole place. It had an old fifties vibe to it that made the place seem romantic, as though we'd travelled through time to watch a movie under the stars. "I've never been to a real drive-in theatre before," I admitted. "Except the one they have on campus. He was right that nobody comes here anymore." In fact, there were only three vehicles in the whole lot. "Even better," Cameron said. "Can we park at the back?" I asked. I wanted to have privacy where I could watch the movie with him comfortably and cuddle without anyone watching us. He found a semi-private spot near the pine trees, just off to the right of the gigantic screen. "Are you sure you're not hungry?" he asked. "We could drive out and get something." He turned on the radio and a cheery song exploded from the speakers—someone singing about winter tires. He put the volume down. "I'm okay," I said, leaning forward so I could remove my shoes. "You?" He turned his head toward me at the same time I turned to look at him. The lights shut down suddenly. A few seconds in the dark. But it was enough, more than enough to make me burn for him. I wanted him so badly I could feel my skin tingle from it. The awareness I had of him was absolute it was almost painful. The scent of blue that I always associated with his skin, the broad lines of his shoulders, the sharp curve of his jaw. And the intense blue in his eyes. It was always Cameron's eyes that made me fall under his spell. The screen lit up, casting bright lights and shadows around us. I sat up straight, gripping my hands into tight fists, eyes on the movie screen. I felt hot and took off my jacket and scarf. He did the same. With extreme difficulty, I forced my attention back to the film and stayed like that for a while. The intensity of my emotions scared me. As though one word from him, anything, I'd abandon and forget myself so I could lose myself in him. The movie went on, but I absorbed none of it. Finally, I turned my head to look at him. Cameron was staring at the screen too, but his body was turned toward me. His arm was propped on the window, fist covering his mouth. Suddenly his eyes shifted to me. He didn't look surprised to see me watching him. "You must know," he murmured, his voice deep and low. "What you're doing to me." My heart sped up. At this moment, it felt like everything in this truck was my whole world. I craved him so much every pulse in my body throbbed. "Cameron, do you want me?" "That's the most absurd question you've asked me. I drive myself crazy thinking about you. Being with you. Kissing you. Fucking you."