Im in her bed, with her. I mean, we’re clothed and on top of the covers, and just staring at eachother. But this is what I absolutely crave with her. Normalcy.

Her hand brushes against my arm and I suddenly lose oxygen. I stiffen. Not from unemployment but from pure pent up energy.

I sigh, my hand going to her lips. “You,” I whisper. “You destroy me.” I confess, my chest heaving harder this time, my hand dropping down her to my lap.

I can’t take this anymore, the just friends, this is too much. I want more, I need more.

“Sophia,” I say. “I want you. I want all of you. I want you inside and out and having you ache like I ache for you.” I tell her, leaning closer to her. “Its never been a secret, love, I never tried to hide my feelings for you. I never pretended to ever want anything less.” I say, I’m so needy and I don’t care.

She looks confused. “You said.. you said you wanted friendship—“

I nod. “Yes.” I say, swallowing, “I did. I do want to be your friend.” I tell her. “But I also want to be the friend you fall in love with. The one who you take into your arms and make love with. The one who you tell all your secrets to. I want to be more, God, I can’t help it.” I say, my hand going to her cheek. “I want to be the one who memorizes your entire body, how your lips shape when you say something, I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver.” I say breathlessly. “I am so desperate for you, Sophia. I want to make you a design a smile that’s just for me. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.” I say, I am so out of breath from my excitement and love. I am so insanely and intensely in love with her.

“And Sophia?” I say, “I don’t want you to call me Warner anymore.” I say, getting closer, that she is kind of underneath me. “I want you to know me. I want it to be different. I want you to call me Aaron.” I say, my hand going to her neck.