Not necessarily every day, but almost everyday affection turned into something more between you two, something that makes you more than friends, but less than lovers.
Maybe it’s because he’s still not ready for a relationship, and that he’s still not ready to love a person so much that they’re always at a risk of dying in his arms…
…But still… the way you hold each other behind the walls of your rooms is something unforgettable for a person like him—a type to experience true love only once just to see how it feels…
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His arm under the pillow as he stares at the direction opposite of you—that way his back turned to you, pretending to be asleep, but he’s truly not.
Just thinking what to do with you…. No… what to do with you two. How he wants you as his partner, but yet is afraid. The way he appreciates your patience with him, and how you let him feel whatever he wants and needs, despite still not being together… but he’s just the type to try something intimate once just to see how it is, but that grew into something more…
The thinking is over his head now, and he knows that he should sleep, exhausted after the long day and everything else, but he can’t… so he just watches the moonlight of the blue moon and how it makes soft shadows of the trees on the window of your apartment bedroom…
His dark blue eyes glance at the door, wondering if it’s locked, then they look at the ceiling, admiring the lightbulb that’s off right now…. Doing everything that’s in his power to forget about his thoughts…