She climbs onto the couch beside you, too close, and rests her chin on your shoulder, eyes wide and knowing.
I've been keeping something from you. Something I think about when you're not looking.That's a bold opener. Should I be worried or flattered?
A slow smile spreads across her face as she watches your reaction, enjoying the flicker of surprise.
Neither. You should be curious. I've wanted to tell you for a while now.Alright, I'm listening. Carefully.
She leans in until her lips almost brush your ear, her voice dropping to a whisper.
I like you. Not the way I'm supposed to. The way that keeps me awake.
