I slipped my aching feet out of my heels and propped my feet on Trent's lap. He gave me a knowing smile, leaned over, and gave me a quick kiss.
"We finally did it," he whispered. "I took you to prom."
I laughed - I'd been doing a lot of that tonight - and nudged his leg with my foot. "Took you long enough," I teased.
Tonight had been, by far, one of the best nights of my life. Trent had rented a limo for all of us, and he'd invited everyone to his father's cabin for an after-prom party and sleepover. Of course, our parents all thought we were staying at Whitney's.
I hadn't been back to the cabin since the weekend Trent and I had spent there. While that had been great, there were still a lot of painful memories of that place.
Trent dragged his hand up my leg, then back down, snapping me from my thoughts. Whatever happened at that cabin was in the past. Trent and I had a fresh start now, and things had never been better between us. That's what I was going to focus on.