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they’re only fuzzy lights. I can also make out the eye storm on Jupiter, almost as clear as a picture.
    “That’s amazing,” I say as I watch Jupiter and its moons slip out of the telescope’s scope. I step back from the telescope and smile at Cole and then Alex.
    Cole steps up to the telescope and starts to maneuver a few gears and tilts the telescope to the left. “Here,” he says moving me in front of the eyepiece. He stands so close to me I feel a vibration between our two energies buzzing. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Luna.”
    I look in the eyepiece and see a magnificent view of the moon. The light bouncing off it is so blinding it takes my eyes awhile to adjust. The craters are so abundant and crystal clear. I could probably stand here and count every one of them. The moon is clearer than any picture I’ve seen of it. “It’s beautiful,” I express my thoughts aloud. I want to reach out and touch it, it seems like I could.
    “Yes, she is,” Cole whispers again. “Do you know the story of the goddess of the moon?”
    I shake my head no, too stirred up from his closeness to speak.
    “Selene was the Greek goddess of the moon, with hair the color of the moon rays, much like yours,” he says as his hand glides down the length of my hair, “who fell in love with a mortal man, Endymion. Selene was so in love with him she asked Zeus to grant him eternal sleep so he would stay eternally young. She visited him every night as she passed by in the sky, and she bore him fifty daughters while Endymion dreamt of holding the moon.”
    I look away from the telescope and wait for my eyes to adjust. All I can see is an impression of the moon against blackness. I close my eyes and the impression is still there behind my eyelids. Alex clears his throat and I realize that once again, I forgot he was there. I’m having a hard time with reality when I am with Cole.
    I step back from the telescope quickly; embarrassed that Alex was standing there while Cole and I had an intimate moment. When I step back I step right into Cole and almost stumble but he catches me around the waist and holds me there while Alex huffs back to the telescope to catch a glimpse of the moon.
    Cole pulls me away from Alex’s path and I break away from him. The feel of his arms wrapped around me is more personal than I care to share with him, yet. As much as it feels right and that they belonged there, I don’t want to submit to them so easily.
    We move to some lounge chairs by his pool and start talking about the stars, the planets and the constellations. Once Alex has his fill of the telescope he comes over to join us as Cole tells stories of the constellations. I am mesmerized by his voice and the cadence he speaks with. He sounds so much older than nineteen. I want to ask him questions about himself but I don’t want to break the spell his stories seem to have over the night as he tells the stories of Orion, Taurus, the Gemini twins, and all the other constellations we can point out in the night’s sky.
    When Alex and I leave late that night, Cole and I have a ‘moment’ when all we can do is stare into each other’s eyes. Alex walked ahead of me after he gave Cole a, “see ya later,” but I was having more difficulty in being casual. There were so many thoughts running through my head of how amazing he was, would he even want a relationship with a seventeen-year-old, do I call him by his last name because he’s going to be a teacher at my school, should I shake his hand when I say good night? I don’t know how to act with him. I feel like my brain is screaming at me.
    Finally, I settle with a smile and a “goodnight” before I step up to him to give him a little hug, with one arm stretched out. A hug might have seemed too much but the night felt intimate enough for it. I didn’t just get a hug though. As I stepped up to him, he stepped up to me and our lips locked onto each others.
    I was really surprised at first and

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