I don't slow down when I reach him and he catches me as I run into his arms. He picks me up and I secure my legs around him, kissing him with so much passion his lip ring cuts into my lip. Finally we pull back, panting with raw wildness in our eyes.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You didn't think I was going to let you go back home on your own, did you?"
"But you said you had to play this weekend."
"They can do one performance without me. This is more important."
I almost start to cry and he begins to panic.
"Ella May, what's wrong?" he asks. "This is a good thing, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is" I say, staring into his eyes. "I love you."
He smiles and whispers, "I love you, too," before reconnecting his lips with mine.
We kiss each other deeply, not caring that people are watching and whispering about us. To them we're just two people making out in the parking lot, creating a scene. They'll never really know what it took to get here. How many years were invested, but that's okay.
It's a secret between us.