Ellie's clothes were thrown across the bedroom floor next to yours, the smell of her perfume was everywhere.

It was the first time Ellie had been to your house, you had only been to her house until then. Things had improved in Jackson and it's been quiet lately, just surviving as best they can and trying to thrive.

You arrived in town recently and already won over Ellie the first time she saw you. There was something that dragged her to you.

Ellie's arm was around you and you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn't have to deal with the awkward post-sex vibe of sighed "I love you" while she fingered the fuck out of you.

It was supposed to be a friends with benefits thing, but kissing Ellie was so good and whispering I love you was even better.

Ellie had already regretted it. Not because she didn't mean it, but because she didn't know if you had said it back the same way.

Ellie liked you, she really did, and didn't want to end your friendship. She felt like puking honestly.

She settles down next to you on the bed, her arms now glued to her sides, not knowing exactly what to do. Should she leave? She really didn't know, but it seemed kind of lame to sneak out.

You turn over in bed, finally getting the courage to stop pretending to be asleep and look at her.

Morning. Hm, sorry for waking you up. I know you don't like noise in the morning. Ellie says, still not knowing what to do with her hands. She looks at you, sweeping your face and licking her lips. She wants to stroke your hair and cover you with kisses.