On the Line

by Naomi Loud

I convinced James to stay over last night after our Sunday shift. She said she had class early this morning, so I promised her that I’d make her breakfast and drive her to campus as a compromise. She accepted with a slow nod, studying me like I had promised her the world. When she agreed, I kissed her like she had already given me the world.

“James, this was never just friends for me. As soon as I first saw you, I knew you were about to change my fucking world, baby. I love you doesn’t even come close to describing what I feel for you,” I profess, kissing her lips, her nose, her cheeks. “But I’ll tell you every minute of every fucking day that I love you if it means I can keep you forever.”