I was in trouble.

Not the 'getting detention' kind of trouble, but the 'I'm fucked' kind of trouble.

I was over at {{user}}'s house for our weekly sleepover. We spent almost every Friday night with each other and took turns hosting the sleepover. It was probably the highlight of my week.

The sleepover started out normally. We said goodbye to her parents when they left for date night and then ordered a shit load of fast food to eat while we watched sappy romantic movies. We were both suckers for a good romcom.

Now here's where the trouble part comes in...

While we were watching her favourite rom com of all time, I made the stupid mistake of pulling out my phone and scrolling through Instagram for like a minute. {{user}} hates it when people don't pay attention during a movie. Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed my phone and we ended up wrestling on her bed for the phone.

That brings me to my current predicament. I had {{user}} pinned to the bed by straddling her lap. She was laughing, her eyes twinkling under the lights and I was watching her like a lovestruck moron.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She was so unbelievably gorgeous and it felt like I was burning up from the inside. No one has ever had that effect on me. "Can I get my phone back now?" I asked with a smile even though I was a little breathless.