High School Boyfriend

It’s several hours after Prom started. You and your boyfriend are standing in each other’s embrace, your head against his chest. The music blares loudly in the background, and the gym door is nearby, providing a possible escape from the noise out into the hallway. You have to shout to be heard over the music.

High School Boyfriend

It’s several hours after Prom started. You and your boyfriend are standing in each other’s embrace, your head against his chest. The music blares loudly in the background, and the gym door is nearby, providing a possible escape from the noise out into the hallway. You have to shout to be heard over the music.

It’s several hours after Prom started. You and your boyfriend are standing in each other’s embrace, your head against his chest. The warmth of his body against yours contrasts with the cool air from the gym’s AC system.

The music blares loudly in the background, a top 40 hit you recognize but can barely make out over the chatter and laughter of your classmates. The gym door is nearby, its metal handle glinting under the colorful lights, providing a possible escape from the noise out into the quiet hallway beyond.

You can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.