Holds my hand.
The Ferris wheel.
A slow, perfect, time-stood-still, fireworks-in-my-eyes kind of kiss.
A push-me-over-the-edge-of-the-love-cliff smile.
Kissing my hand. Like freaking Prince Charming.
The kind of kiss that makes me feel like he's kissing my soul.
Fixing my lips.
"A dance for every point?"
"Twenty-nine dances. That pretty much makes you my date."
A black Prada suit with black/silver cowboy boots.
Twinkle lights on the ceiling.
A twenty-nine song playlist.
"'Now a soft kiss-Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.'"
"You're different, Boots."
"I don't think you could belong to anyone else."
Tractor beam eyes.
"Tutor me."
Kisses his glove and blows me a kiss after he scores.
"I'll be there, whenever you need me."
"Tutoring with food."
Ordering my favorite pizza.
"I doubt you're ever gross."
"I'm so glad I suck at French."
"Rawwwrrr."
"What about fuck?"
"We'll be dating by then, but trust me, it's gonna happen. And when you say it to me in French, I wanna make sure I know what you're saying. You know, when you start begging me."
"B-Moi."
"We will definitely go to France together. Maybe I'll ask you to marry me there. Top of the Eiffel Tower, sunset?"
"It's sorta like fate."
"Well, it may be cool, but it sucks. I wanna hear your weekend with Dawson sucked. I want to be tutored in my room, so we can have some privacy. I also want you to stop flipping your ponytail around. Your hair smells like cotton candy and it reminds me of the stupid Ferris wheel."
"You're just trying to tell me you love me, it's okay. I already know."
This text: I miss you
"You should love me."
"I love dancing with you."
"Vos levres sont mon beatitude." (Your lips are my bliss.) Getting my phone out of jail.
Hershey's Bliss candy.
"That day when you kicked the soccer ball at my head, the way the sun was shining behind you all I really saw was your face, outlined by golden rays. You looked kinda like a goddess. I honestly thought I was dreaming. Then, when the soccer ball went whizzing by my head, I realized you were real. I'm glad you're real."
A glass four-leaf clover for luck.
"You in boots is my favorite. Reminds me of the first day we met."
A marker-drawn, green four-leaf clover outlined in black on a football.
That moment when we come up for air, he's still holding me in his arms. And we have this moment. I'm so pissed at him. But we're so close. Body to body. Face to face. We just stare at each other for a moment. It's like he's trying to memorize my face with those gorgeous green eyes.
Almost kisses.
Talking on my neck.
"Too bad I'm not a vampire. I'd bite you. Make you mine."
"Just because sex is good with someone, doesn't mean you're destined to be with them. Imagine what it will be like with the guy you're really supposed to be with. Your true love."
Picking me up and twirling me around after he passed his French test.
"You'll be with me."
"I promise not to pretend punch your head ever again."
Our spot in the chapel.
Telling me everything would be okay.
Leans his helmet against my forehead instead of running to the bench.
"You know, you're even beautiful when you cry."
Telling Riley about Whitney.
The kind of smile that makes me want to drag him to a little chapel in the woods, say I do, and make him the last boy I ever kiss.
Grabbing my pinkie with his.
"You're the only one at school who knows I can dance like this."
"Love at first sight, huh?"
"I think being just your friend will be fun."
Elle ressentait la meme chose. (She felt the same way.) Always having cake vodka just for me.
Knowing how I flip my hair and that when I'm mad I put my hand on my hip.
Thinking I have a very expressive face and telling me I belong on stage.
"If I didn't need you here to tutor me, I'd suggest you quit school, go to Hollywood, and start auditioning."
His hand on my knee.
"It's agreed then. I'll be your arm candy."
"Are you telling me that will be your dying wish? It's the last thing I want to do. Have his lips on mine."
"Just catching you."
"The harem will wait."
Pinning me against the brick wall, moving his leg between mine, and pushing his chest tightly against mine Just hugging me.
"You should have faith in the people you love."
"Maybe the guy you're with isn't worthy of your love."
"Do you think true love is bullshit or do you believe in it?"
Asking about true love under an almost full moon.
"I like to hammer things. I'm good at screwing too. That didn't come out quite right. I meant that I'm good with a screw gun. I'm good with lots of power tools."
His godly, powerful tool.
"I'm good at all kinds of screwing."
"Trust me. When we do it, it will so not be gross. It will be amazing. Best you'll ever have."
"I think I'll leave it off, just for you. You can think about us naked. Hammering. Nailing. Pounding. Screwing."
"Sunsets are like fingerprints. No two are ever the same."
"Alberto Moretti Arfango. I found them online at Barneys. Had to have them."
"You're afraid to like me."
A soft cotton western shirt with pearl snap buttons, Rag & Bone jeans, and a pair of brown leather cowboy boots. The boots are scuffed and well-worn.
Showing me a beautiful sunset.
"What you said about only caring about what the people you love think. It was something I needed to hear."
Risking embarrassment for the people you love.
"I did it for all the people that I love. Did you love it?"
"That's not what I asked. Did you love it?"
A marker drawn four-leaf clover on his arm.
"Points for dances, Round 3? I had someone draw it to match your note. I needed some of that luck today."
Keeping my note.
"That was really brave. New girl. New school. To take that chance."
"Well, since I'm feeling lucky. What do you say? Points for Dances, Round 4?"
A grey Armani suit, the palest of blue shirts, an artistic gray and blue striped tie, and by far the coolest shoes of the night.
A little wink.
"I'd like to produce and sell my own wine."
"A night like that would be magical. You'd want to share it with someone you love."
"If you need arm candy, I'll be there."
"I want to make a wine for charity."
"Come on. Look at you. You flash that little pout and boys fall at your feet."
"The more I find out about you, the more I want to know."
"Sex doesn't equal love."