liquor bottles clinked softly in the mostly quiet room, the squeak of a ceiling fan above gave a quiet chorus as you and him lay on his living room floor. The room was dark, but he could still make out your outline in the dark as he mulled over his thoughts. He liked you as a friend. You listened to him, sympathized. But you were also gorgeous and made his heart flutter. He swallowed his fear for a moment and spoke without thinking. A soft "I love you." Leaving his lips