The warmth of your breath on my neck. The goosebumps I get when you squeeze me tighter. I could fall asleep in your arms. But I don’t want you to let go.

Lying in your bed not wanting to move. It’s winter, your window’s open, and there is no blanket, but i can’t tell.

Lost in my thoughts.

You can’t hide it. I know where your hands are. Don’t stop. It feels good. I feel my cheeks turning red as I try to stop blushing. I can’t though. I can feel your affection. Your soft hair cuddling next to mine. My face rubbing up against your pillow, causing my make-up to smear on it.

But you don’t care. You say I’m always beautiful.

Even now. When we’re lying in your bed cuddling. Will it go farther? It probably will. I’m getting anxious. You’re getting anxious. Don’t deny it. I can feel it. It’s everything we’ve always wanted. But will we do it? I doubt it. We weren’t even dating before this. So what is this feeling? I can’t explain it with only words. You say you love me. Do i agree? Do I believe you? Do you want to? Is this a dream? It feels so real.

I feel the warmth of your breath on my neck.