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and I lean back and find her eyes serious. I touch her creamy, soft cheek, wondering what has caused so much concern.
                  “What is it?” I hope I don’t sound too alarmed. I’m just so nervous that I’ve upset her.
                  “I’m just . . . worried . . . that maybe you should know.” She fumbles with her words and turns away from me. Fear clenches at my chest.
                  “Ali”—I touch her back—“talk to me.” She doesn’t turn around, but I can hear her whisper something. I try to turn her toward me. “I can’t hear you, sweetheart.” Suddenly, she stands up, her fists in balls at her sides. She looks upset—not so much angry, just distressed.
                  “I’m a virgin,” she reveals, her voice carrying in the dark. Before I can respond, she turns and runs, disappearing in the darkness.
                  “Ali.” My voice is shaking. So this is what has been on her mind all night. With me saying no, she is probably feeling unwanted or that she did something wrong. I jump to my feet and take off in the direction she ran.
                  I can see her not far ahead; the moon is so bright tonight it almost seems like a spotlight. I call her name again, but she doesn’t stop. I pick up my speed and am suddenly thankful for all the times Sean drags me to the gym with him. She knows I am close and that I can outrun her. Her run turns into a walk as she places her hands on her hips.
                  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she huffs out. I reach and take hold of her shoulder, spinning her around.
                  “Too bad, because I do.” My voice is pleading, which shocks her. “You should know”—I close my eyes and know I need to be honest with her—“that I am too.” Ali’s eyes betray her thoughts, and I can see she doesn’t believe me. Heck, Sean doesn’t believe me either, but it is the truth.
                  “I hadn’t found the right person yet.” I move closer pushing some loose strands of hair off her face. I can see that Ali had been crying, and I move a step closer, putting my hands on her hips.
                  She looks confused as she looks into my eyes. “Then why did you stop?” I sigh, trying to figure out the best way to say this. I am guy raised with old world morals that some people just don’t understand anymore.
                  “Because I think the first time should be special,” I whisper, not trusting my voice at a normal range. “I don’t think I could bear to be so close to you tonight and know I couldn’t wake up next to you tomorrow morning.” Even in the moonlight, I can see her cheeks blush. “When it is the right time, Ali, I don’t want to have to say goodbye. I want to hold you until you fall asleep and see how your hair slips across your pillow.” I lift my hand and touch her hair, letting it spill though my fingers. “I want to be there to see the sun light the bedroom and kiss you until you wake up.” I bring Ali’s hand to my lips and kiss it. “When the time is right”—I move so my lips are inches from hers—“it will be forever.”
                  I lean in and kiss Ali as gently as I could manage, thinking of her as a fragile porcelain doll. At first she is hesitant but then melts into me, letting me wrap my arms around her. I fell more in love right then under that huge white moon. Ali’s hands slid up my back and into my hair, holding my mouth to hers. She shivered, but I didn’t know if she was cold or if the blood was pumping though her like it was with me. Without words, we walked back to our candlelit hideout.
                  When Ali sat back on the blanket, I wrapped the extra one around her shoulders. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I found her looking at me the same way. She opened the blanket, and I opened it so