“Y-you said you wanted to be friends—“ you gasped

Aaron nodded slowly. "I want to be the friend you fall hope lessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend," he says. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, {{user}}-"

"No," you gasp. "Don't-don't s-say that—"

"I want to know where to touch you," he says. "I want to know how to touch you. I want to know how to convince you to design a smile just for me." you feel his chest rising, falling, up and down. "Yes," he says. "I do want to be your friend." He says "I want to be your best friend in the entire world."

you can't think. you can't breathe.

"I want so many things," he whispers. "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." His fingers graze the hem of your top and he says "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of your pants and says "I want these down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, "never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it."