My Butterfly by Laura Miller

started to slide open. Then, I quickly shut mine.
    I had never wished on a star before, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do, so I just kept my eyes closed and prayed that I would have the courage to finally kiss this girl tonight.
    Within a couple of seconds, I felt her tugging at my arm, and I lifted my eyelids to her smiling face.
    “What did you wish for?” she asked.
    I felt my lips start to turn up at their corners, as my eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips and then back up to her eyes again. Then, I took a piece of her long hair that had come to rest on the side of her face and tucked it behind her tan shoulder. Something crazy strong was drawing me to her, and I didn’t even try to fight it. My heart pounded. I searched her pretty, green eyes. They seemed to be searching mine too. She was motionless, but on her face was this beautiful smile that I could never do justice by simply describing. It was happy and comfortable and sexy, and it was as if it were daring me to do exactly what I craved to do. I brought my face closer to hers, until my lips were hovering over her lips and I could feel her soft, steady breaths. I stayed there for several seconds, taking all of her in—her fiery eyes; the way her lips parted ever so slightly, giving way to her sexy, little smile; and the subtle, familiar scent of the perfume she always wore. Then, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and full and warm to the touch. They were perfect, and they made my heart race, but they also made me feel so at home. How could something I had never done feel so natural?
    I brought my hand to the side of her face and gently rested it there. Then, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and I kissed her as if my life depended on it. I think I was kissing her for all those years I hadn’t kissed her. And if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she were kissing me for all the years I hadn’t kissed her too because she kissed me like she wanted me—like I was the only guy she desired. It made my heart race faster, and I couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, my heart was still pounding against the walls of my chest when my lips finally broke from hers—and only because I needed a second to catch my breath. I would have kissed her forever.
    “You gonna be my butterfly?” I whispered, resting my lips against her ear.
    “Your butterfly?” she whispered back.
    I met her pretty eyes again. They seemed to be smiling—just like her pretty lips.
    “Yeah, you’re as beautiful as a butterfly, and you know you want to be,” I playfully coaxed her.
    She softly laughed, forcing her tan shoulders slightly forward.
    “Well, you’ve never asked it that way,” she said.
    “Does that officially mean yes ?” I asked her, not even bothering to hide my wide grin.
    She paused for a moment, as if to drag out my torment. I was learning that she was pretty good at that and also that I didn’t so much mind it.
    A quick glance down revealed a glimpse of her hand, and the next thing I knew I was intertwining my fingers in hers.
    “That means yes ,” she softly confessed, allowing her gaze to fall to our hands.
    My grin grew wider, and I lowered my eyes again too before meeting her stare.
    “That’s what I’ve waited my whole life to hear,” I said.
    She smiled her sweet smile. Then, I kissed her pretty forehead, and we both fell back onto the windshield again, her hand still intertwined in mine.
    “You never told me what you wished for,” she whispered into my ear moments later.
    I turned on my side and faced her.
    “Well, since it came true, I guess I can tell you. That is how it goes, right?” I asked.
    “Of course,” she said, confidently nodding her head.
    “Well then, I wished for my first kiss—but only if it could be with you,” I said.
    I watched her lips break into a smile again. Then, she brought our locked hands close to her mouth and kissed the back of my hand before