"Steven, why don't you pressure me like Michael did?" Jackie asked one night that she snuck out of Donna's house.
"You know why," Hyde replied while holding her in his arms and looking into her eyes, his sunglasses on the nightstand next to them.
Jackie gave him a puzzled look. "I do?"
Hyde nodded and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Tell me."
"Jackie, you know why. Why do I have to say it?"
"Because."
"I'm not saying it."
"Is it because you lo-"
"Don't push it," Hyde interrupted before he leaned in and kissed her lips.
"So that's why you don't pressure me?"
Hyde turned slightly pink, not very easy to notice to the average person, but Jackie had a sixth sense when it came to color variations.
"Oh Steven, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard, read about, or seen on TV."
They both scooted a tiny bitd down on the cot and got comfortable for the night. Jackie fell asleep in his arms mere minutes after her head hit his pillow. He watched her sleep and moved a lock of hair out of her face, caressing her pouty pink lips while he did so. He listened to her breathing and tried matching his with hers. As he laid his own head down, he took in her breathtaking scent. These were the happiest moments in his life. Holding his one true love, taking care of her, and feeling safe from disappointment.