I walked out of the building to find you waiting in your rental car parked at the curb with your warning flashers on. When I walked over and tapped on the window you looked my way and your face split into a huge smile. A dropped into the passenger seat and pulled your face to mine. I specifically remember feeling the excitement as our lips touched and our tongues danced; that feeling of longing and need. You pulled away from the curb and I directed you through the city toward the drive-in and, after paying the admission, we parked near the back of one of the smaller screens. We just sat and talked, your head resting on my chest, in the front seat as the sun went down and the surrounding became veiled with the shadow of darkness.
I leaned down, placing my lips next to your ear, and whispered, “get into the backseat, love.” As you wordlessly climb into the back seat, I maneuver the front seats to the forward-most position. Then, I climb out of the front seat and join you in the back. As the first movie begins, I wrap my arm around your back and pull your body close to mine. My fingers trace patterns up your arms and along the side of your neck, and I’m sure you can hear my heart pounding in my chest.