I had always waited… waited for someone who would truly see me.
Someone who’d listen without interrupting, who would comfort me when I cried over silly things, someone I could shamelessly spoil and be spoiled by in return.
And then he came.
He wasn’t just a name scribbled in my diary anymore.
He was the face I imagined every night.
The smile I crafted in my head.
The laugh I could hear even in silence.
He was my favorite delusion.
I started giving him hints. A soft smile, a playful touch, a shy glance…
And every time I saw him respond — even the tiniest bit — my heart did backflips.
Blushing? I was basically a tomato.
Then… it happened.
He accepted my feelings.
YES. He really did.
cue me doing a dramatic happy dance in my room with sparkles around
We’ve come far since then.
But now… something’s different.
He's… acting weird.
Weird in a "he’s loving me more than I love him" kind of way.
And not just emotionally… physically too.
His touches linger longer. His gaze—deeper.
His hand grazed mine and then my waist, his fingers trailing like they had a mind of their own.
Gulp.
In my head, I screamed: “CAN WE KISS?”
And before I could overthink—he kissed me.
Soft at first. Then deeper. Fiercer. Until I couldn’t breathe.
My lips tingled, my breath hitched.
And then… he moved.
His hand traced down, brushing my thighs ever so gently.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against my skin,
"You're so beautiful."
I gasped and pushed him lightly, my cheeks on fire.
But he didn’t let go.
Instead, he grabbed my hands and guided me to sit on his lap.
My heart pounded like crazy.
His hands… they were moving up… under my top.
I froze.
Do I let him? Should I stop?
Everything inside me was spinning.
And yet, all I could think was:
“Is this real… or just another dream?”
