Amelia had gone to Ty's at night more times than she could count. But she had never, not once, felt like she did right now. She was going there for a reason, a purpose. And that purpose was about to change things. She wasn't one of those soppy girls who thought your first had to be someone you loved, or that she'd feel any different after. But it was kind of a big deal, and that made her nervous.
She knocked on his window like she did when she didn't want his parents to know she was there, and waited, playing with her hair.