Of all the things he's done and regretted in his past, kissing you last night was not one of them. He'd been thinking about you since the moment it happened, unable to draw his mind away.

He absentmindedly pulls his phone out, wanting to hear your voice again.

He thinks about you often, dreaming of you when you're not there with him. The ache of his want for you swells up inside of him like he's on a sinking raft on the roaring river of his heart, and last night when he ran his fingers through your hair a sigh undid him.

It's not that he's in love, at least, he doesn't think so. He just can't escape thinking about you even when he sleeps. He opens his mouth to tell you all this when you pick up but what slips out instead-

"Hey. I've missed you."