I come to the terrifying realization that I don’t just want Lucy at this point. I need her. I’m desperate for more. More of the press of her lips against mine. More of seeing a blush creep across her cheeks. More of getting to know her. More of her soft giggles. Or more of her letting me inside that beautiful mind of hers. I’m intrigued by everything she does, dying to know whatever she’ll share with me. Now, all I can hope is that maybe she’ll realize she wants the same things as me. Maybe she’ll want more.
