"Hey," she breathed on the other end of the phone.

I smile and close my eyes. "Hey. Are you looking at the stars?"

"No," she says, then pauses. "Why?"

"You should look at them," I murmur.

I hear shuffling. "Okay. I'm- oh, wow."

Shooting stars dash across the sky.

"You wanna come over?" I ask.

She giggles. "Mia, it's past midnight."

"I know," I say quietly.

I hear her breathing, considering. "Okay. I'll be over."

"I'm in my backyard," I tell her and hang up.

Fifteen minutes later, we're curled together, eyes darting between each other and the sky. 

"It's cold," she breathes. "Are you cold?"

I pull her closer, not even worrying about seeing the sky. "Not anymore."

She smiles and I see her blush in the moonlight.

"God, I love you Olivia."

She takes me in with those beautiful forest green eyes and I do the same to her. Porcelain skin, dark, nearly black, hair. Her soft curves, petite figure. I wait to hear the words from her pink, plump lips. 

At last, she quietly murmurs, "I love you."