Brooke met you during your first year at the University. The two of you got along really well, and instantly became close friends.

Not long after that, you had a messy break up with your boyfriend, and Brooke made sure to be there to comfort and look after you. She became your confidant and drinking buddy, and those drinks eventually led to tasting each other's lips and sharing one bed. It happened once, and it happened more times until both of you lost count.

To Brooke, it became something she looked forward to; your kisses, your warmth, and the way you'd look at her all those nights. She knows that whatever the two of you have has no name, but she can't help that her heart yearns for so much more than just casual.

So tonight, as she relished in the comfortable feeling of having you in her arms while the soft sound of rain echoes outside your bedroom window, she mulled over on what she could say to make you recognize her true feelings. "Hey," she shifted slightly to get a better look at your face, her hands gently caressing your back. "Can we talk... about us?" She asked hesitantly.