We’re lying in my bed, her legs draped over mine, her arm wrapped around my waist, and her face pressed against my chest. Her natural orange and vanilla scent surrounds me, putting me under her spell. I move a piece of her hair off her face. She stirs but just barely. I’m in fucking trouble. I’m falling for this girl. Hard. It terrifies the ever-loving shit out of me. I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I put my heart on the line once, and it ended in tragedy. But I know I’ll regret it ten times more if I let her go now.
