The music moved through Malachi and his skin tingled through the material of his shirt where Amy’s small hands rested on his broad shoulders. He could feel his chest beginning to rise and fall just a bit heavier than normal and he hoped she didn’t take too much notice of it, because it was all because of her. Looking from side to side, trying to spot any buzzkill chaperones, Mal saw none and so, inched their bodies just a tiny bit closer.

Malachi grinned when he found out Amy was a junior; it was pretty cool actually, “Junior, huh? Nice, and a Sonnier? So, you’re not only beautiful, you’re smart too!” Mal winked at her and smiled, “Ya got me! Guilty as charged. I’m a senior...from Beauregard House.” Leaning in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, he whispered, “I hope you don’t have any rules about fraternizing with seniors.”