"Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game." Her manicured fingers are on my chest. Can she feel my heart beating against her palm? "I brought protection," she says. If I'd known...if I had any idea tonight would be "the night"...I would have been prepared. I guess I never wholeheartedly thought this would be a reality with Brittany. She reaches into her coat pocket and a dozen condom packages spill onto the blanket. "You plannin' on makin' this an all-nighter?" Embarrassed, she puts her hands over her face. "I just grabbed a bunch." I remove her hands and touch my forehead to hers. "I'm jokin'. Don't be shy with me." Slipping the jacket off her shoulders, I know I'm going to hate leaving her tonight. I wish we could have an all-nighter. But wishes are only granted in fairy tales. "Aren't...aren't you going to take your jeans off?" she asks. "Soon." I wish I could take my time and make this night last forever. It's like being in heaven and knowing the next stop is hell. I slowly trace kisses down her neck and shoulders. "I'm a virgin, Alex. What if I do everything wrong?" "There is no here. This isn't a test in Peterson's class. This is you and me. The rest of the world is shut out right now, okay?" "Okay," she says softly. Her eyes are glistening. Is she crying? "I don't deserve you. You know that, , don't you?" "When are you gonna realize you're one of the good guys?"