A.C. McAnelly

It took a couple of weeks of the three of us hanging out for him to ask.

I don't know if he had to muster up the courage or just find a minute without Bailey there, but he finally asked before the last bell rang before the weekend.

Oh, to hang out with you and Bailey?

The Kraken?

Yeah, the pun did not escape me.

I would love to go with you.

He smiled.

Every time he smiled, my body tightened in ways I didn't know it could.

I made my way home and told Aunt Lydia the plan for the evening.

She was used to me running off with Bailey and Morgan, but when she heard it would be just me and Morgan going to the Kradken, she asked me to sit at the table and talk.

Mom already had the talk with me, so please skip that if that was on your agenda.

Aunt Lydia stared at me for a moment, calculating.

She already talked to you about what being intimate with someone means for you?

She did not dance around it like you are attempting to do right now, but yes.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

I'm sure you will be.

The dying light of the day set the sky on fire over the ocean.

The cliff was lined up just perfect enough for the sun to look like it was setting on the edge of the crag.

I minded my aunt and did not step that far out on the edge.

Morgan brought a blanket for us to sit on and one to cover up with.