You couldn’t get him out of your head.

Sighing, you roll on your back and look up at the ceiling — the faint sound of Murray snoring in the room right above you filling the silent atmosphere, followed by the soft ticking of the clock.

Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan. Is all that’s going through your head. When did these feelings even start?

Giving in, you stand up and walk towards the door — unable to go another second without him. Though the moment you open the door, you’re met with his face. His oh so handsome face. Before you could even react, he quickly, but gently, pressed his lips on yours.