“Do you . . .” She bites her bottom lip and then asks, “Do you want to lie down with me?” Yes. I want you to continue to stroke my heart. Stare into your eyes. Feel your comforting warmth. Get lost in it. I want to replicate that embrace, but in your bed, our limbs tangled together. Because . . . because I think I fucking like you, and I have no idea how to deal with those emotions.
