Imagine spending the night driving around with your friend Pete with the music up loud. You danced in the passenger seat next to him, making him laugh and smile down at you as he sped down the nearly empty street to your house. He pulled up and came to a screeching halt, making you laugh.

"You're a worse driver than me," you teased as you unbuckled, turned the radio down and turned to face him.

"I do my best," he said with a wink.

"Clearly not," you said through your laughter.

"Did you have fun though?" He asked with questioning eyes and a smirk.

You rolled your eyes while you tried to hide the smile tugging at your lips, "Maybe a little."

"That's what I thought," he said proudly as skipped around on the radio to find a good song.

You heard the familiar tune of "The Wind Cries Mary" by Jimi Hendrix and put your hand on his to stop him from changing it. He glanced up at you and you blushed before you immediately pulled your hand away with a nervous laugh.

"Sorry," you said quietly, "I love this song."

His eyes lingered on you with a certain admiring glimmer in them while a smile played on his lips, "So do I."

You felt your face burn hot under his gaze and you suddenly felt a tension building between the two of you. You'd always had a bit of a crush on Pete, but you never expected anything to come of it. Now you were thinking differently.

He leaned in a bit closer to you as he started speaking again, "Do you ever wonder what it is about songs, like this one for example. How is it they can make you feel so strongly moved or how they create goosebumps on your skin," he said in his soft voice as he lifted his hand and brushed your arm with his fingers, pointing out the goosebumps that had risen on your skin.

His fingers lingered there, gently brushing along the skin of your arm and he watched it with fascination, "I want to know so badly, but something tells me it's better left to mystery, yeah?"

You suddenly felt shy with him as you watched him study his fingers moving on your skin. You reached up to take his hand in yours and rested it in your lap so you could play with his fingers.

"I think a lot of things are better left to mystery, but sometimes it's fun to find out, don't you think?" You asked softly.

You looked up to see he was already staring back at you with a curious expression. Without hesitation he leaned over and kissed you. He seemed tense at first, afraid you would pull away, but when he felt your hands on his face he relaxed completely. His kiss was gentle yet quite passionate and certainly left you breathless. You both pulled away and giggled as you leaned your forehead on each other's.

"I've always wanted to do that," Pete said in a soft voice.

"I've always wanted you to," you replied.

He lifted his hand to your face and met your lips again, smiling into it this time. You stayed there for hours with him just parked in front of your house, listening to music and exploring this newfound spark with each other.