Ella's Twisted Senior Year(56)

My neck tingles where Ethan’s lips kiss. “What do you think?” he whispers. I slide my hands on top of his and turn around to face him. He wraps his arms around my waist and I hold onto his neck while I gaze into his eyes.

“Best prom ever,” I say, leaning up to kiss him. He tastes like sweet tea and cinnamon and when I pull away, a little of my lipstick is on his lips. I giggle and wipe it off with my fingers.

“Thank you for this,” I say, leaning into him. A slow song begins to play and Ethan and I sway to the music.

I don’t know how many songs pass with us caught up in the music, in each other, and in the beauty of lake that glistens all around us.

At some point, April calls my name. I lift my head from Ethan’s chest and see her aiming a camera at us. “Smile!” she says.

And so I do. She clicks the button and a flash bursts through the air, forever capturing this perfect moment of our senior year.

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