I am sitting against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest, my chin upon them. he takes his jeans off and folds then, placing then on the chair next to my bed. He gets up and walks to me, squatting down and putting his hands on my face, tipping my head up so I am looking in his eyes. He looks at me and I nod, getting up.

I go into the bathroom and change, brushing my hair out of my eyes slowly, looking into the mirror. Once again I wondered to myself how I had gotten myself into the place I was in, with him. And once again I wondered if he knew how much I would do for him, how much he meant to me.

I opened the door and walked back into my room. I stared at him, laying in bed with his back to me, his eyes i guessed closed, his breathing even. Even from that veiw he was beautiful, his blonde hair disheveled, glowing in the slight moonlight shining through my blinds. I pulled back the covers and slipped next to him, wanting him to touch me, wanting him to really know what i felt for him, and how much I wanted him to love me. I turned so my back was to him and layed silent, listening to him breathe. I felt him move, but didn't turn to look at him. He said my name softly, and put a light hand on my shoulder. I feigned sleep.

I felt his arm slip under mine and go around my body, hugging me close to him. I felt his breath on my neck, and his lips brushing the back of my ear. I heard him whisper that he loved me, and always would, and felt his hand find mine and grip it loosely. Still I didn't move.

He spoke softly, and at first I didn't know if he was talking to himself or me. Then I heard him sigh gently and say he wished that he could let me know how much he needed me. That was when I turned my head and looked into his eyes. I told him then that he had just let me know. He smiled and kissed me gently, making my head spin.

I didn't even think about all the times he said it before, as he kissed my eyelids and ran his hand along the waistline of my pants. I didn't think about the days when I'd see him with his friends, and he'd walk right by me. I didn't think about him telling me not to tell anyone about us. I didn't think about him not wanting to go out on real dates with me. None of these thoughts ran through my mind that night. I wish they had.