I leaned forward.

His skin seemed so close to mine, and I could almost feel his breath spill against my right cheek.

It felt like a roller coaster.

Those sacred moments before gravity pulls you into a freefall and you're climbing up the mountain, waiting for something in return for your efforts. This felt like the exhilaration, the nerves, the excitement all in one big ball of anxiety inducing recklessness.

And it all stemmed from him.

"Zachary," He placed one of his shaking hands on mine. "I'm afraid."

Why would he be afraid?

"What is there to fear, Calvin?"

What did he have to fear?

He took a shaky breath, and I wanted nothing more than to hold that terrified body of his and comfort him through the storm.

"The end. I'm so scared of the end of tonight." He gave a weak smile as if trying to comfort himself. "I don't want tonight to end."

His fear seemed similar to my own. The terror surrounding the well known fact that these moments would all be over and we would be left with nothing to clutch to in the morning. But we would be left with these memories, and we would be left with each other.

"Tonight will end, but we will always have tomorrow. Right?"

He didn't seem to believe my words.

So I took a different approach.

"Calvin, have you ever danced in the rain?"