What Are The Odds? &&& Chapter 8

Brian and I ate dinner and then walked about one quarter of a mile down the beach, and sat down to listen to the symphony for about an hour. We walked back down the moonlit beach, holding each others hand and holding our shoes in our other hand with the waves lapping at our feet. We were three quarters of the way back to the restaurant and the car.

"I just don't want this night to end," I said quietly. "Neither do I," he said back. We walked up the beach and sat on the dry sand, looking out over the moonlit water. "The stars are really beautiful tonight," I whispered. I could feel his eyes on me. Slowly, I turned my face to look at him. "What?" I asked. "Not as beautiful as you," he said. We looked into each other's eyes and he kissed me. It was a long, soft kiss.

Eventually, we went back to the car, and he drove me home. We were standing on the porch saying goodnight, when Brian leaned over and softly kissed my lips. I was kissing back when suddenly, the rest of the Backstreet Boys, and Faith and Christina all popped out of the door yelling "PDA!PDA!" Brian and I both turned deep red, and quickly I went in and Bri went home. Meanwhile, They couldn't stop laughing about it.

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