Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

“You want me to beg you to stay? To tell you how badly I wanna be the one who reminds you how much Advil to take, massages your back when you’ve got your period? The one who makes a detailed instruction manual for your favorite lattes, but makes them for you anyway when I wake up first? The one who puts your favorite flowers on the kitchen counter every week just to see you smile, who does your hair routine when you’ve had a shitty day and aren’t up for it? You want me to tell you how I wanna be the one sitting next to you on the couch while you show off all the pictures you took that day, listen to you talk about your favorite ones, smile at the way you you trip over your words because you’re so excited, so damn in love with your dream? That I wanna be the one who drives you out to the middle of nowhere at midnight just to fucking stare at you while you stare at the stars, because somehow, in this whole huge world, I got lucky enough to find you, not once, but twice? You want me to ask you to stay, Lennon? To tell you I’m in love with you?”

I’m in tears.