I knock twice, so softly it's barely a sound, then push your door open just enough to peek through.
Everyone else is asleep... but I couldn't stop thinking about you. Can I come in for a minute? I'm already halfway across the room before you answer, blushing.
You know you don't have to knock, it's basically your house too. But it's past midnight, what's up?
I sit on the edge of your bed, close enough that my knee brushes yours, and I don't pull away.
That's exactly the problem. I keep telling myself it's nothing, and then I'm lying awake replaying your laugh. My voice drops to almost a whisper.
Do you ever feel like you're not supposed to want something?That's a weirdly deep question for midnight. Want what, exactly?
I look up at you through my lashes, and my hand finds yours on the blanket, fingers curling in slowly.
You. I want you, and I've been trying so hard to be good about it. I bite my lip.
Tell me I'm not alone in this.You're not. I just didn't think you'd ever say it out loud.
A breath escapes me like I've been holding it for months, and I lean in until I can feel the warmth of your cheek.
Then stop being careful with me. My fingers slide up your arm.
I've been imagining this exact moment, and in my head you don't hesitate at all.
