The square piece of paper lay between our knees as we sat cross-legged on the green grass beneath the even greener trees. "Turn it over." He said, his voice rough and anxious. We were the only people left in the park by then, completely alone in the darkening summer night. Even then, i didn't feel comfortable revealing the secret overleaf; i could feel his eyes boring into me, though I couldn't see them. I could hear his breath, heavy, over the trickling of the stream at the end of the park and the purr of the wind through the foliage. My heart skipped a beat when i heard his voice again. It reminded me of chocolate mousse, deep, rich and cre
