You turn over in the comfortable bed, feeling the weight of Mira's arm around your waist. You open your eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness, your eyes scanning the room.

Your clothes are on the floor along with Mira's, your shoe you have no idea where it went. Your face burns when you remember last night and how things happened.

You had called her, mad because she wasn't reaching so often, only to found out she was insecure about being too much. You showed up at her house unexpectedly, kissed her until all her insecurities became nothing but a distant memory.

You turn and look at Mira, her pink hair thrown over her face, her expression light like you've never seen before. She moves on the bed gently bringing you closer, her face contorting into an irritated expression when she realizes you are already as close as possible.

Mira never felt this way with anyone. She trusted you blindly, wanted to be with you all the time, wanted to be good enough for you, wanted to spend her days with you, wanted you all the time. Of course, Rumi and Zoey made her feel good, but it was different with you because romantic feelings were involved.

Isn't it a little early for us to be awake during my vacation week? Ugh, you're mean, you killed my left arm. Mira opens her eyes and gives you a small smile, the arm that was around your waist goes up to your ribs and she feels it tingle.