Trey found me in the library,

surprised me with a kiss

on the back of my neck.

The heat of it

ran up and down my spine

and I’m thinking,

Dylan who?

“See you later,” Trey whispers.

distracting me a little more

for good measure.

So, of course,

I had to go back

to the top of the page

and start reading

“Do Not Go Gentle

Into that Good Night”

all over again.

I can’t usually stand know-it-all

b-ball players,

but I liked the way

Trey committed to

steering clear of drugs,

and how he talked about

keeping his body pure-

something we had in common,

even though I know

it doesn’t mean the same

for him and me.

Maybe, one day

it will.

Trey said he’d be happy

to hang out with me wherever,

so I invite him to video night

at church.

Soon as the lights wink out

in the rec room

and Princess Bride

blinks onto the screen

(never mind that we’ve all seen

it a gazillion times!),

Trey whispers in my ear

that he wants me all to himself.

No more of these group dates

on video night,

or lame trips (his words)

to the local skating rink

for spins around the ice

and cups of hot chocolate.

“Why can’t we,

you know,

go on a real date,

just you and me?”

yeah, why not?

I start thinking.