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Morning Glory

I squeeze my eyes shut against the sunlight streaming in my bedroom window, groaning softly. A soft murmur and an arm tightening around my waist surprise me so that I look up.

He's still here.

I bite my lip, fighting back a huge smile, watching him. He is still asleep, long, dark eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his cheekbones, the sunlight catching on slight hints of gold in his brown hair. His skin is darker than mine, smooth, a freckle gracing his shoulder. He's so beautiful, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as if...I don't know...as if he belongs here. As if he knew this is where he wants to be.

But then, I don't think he's sure of that. Up until last night, he was planning to leave for Boston. I didn't expect him to be so...willing, so accepting of me...seducing him, if that's the right word. When Ryan told me the idea, I was sure it was insane. I was desperately afraid it would ruin whatever small chance I still had, if there was any at all. But it was better to try, because if I just let him walk away, I would regret it.

So I gave him everything I had. I tried to do everything that I remembered him liking. I wanted it to be the most perfect, most arousing, most...intense sex he'd ever had. The only way to do that was to open myself up. Completely. To just show him how I felt, in no uncertain terms. I only held back in actually saying the words; I never told him I love him. I couldn't expect him to deal with that, he was confused enough, and I was making it worse. I couldn't tell him I love him. Even if it's the truth, it is something better left unsaid.

For now, anyways.

I press my lips to his forehead, leaving them there for a long moment, just breathing in his scent, holding him tightly. Even if he changes his mind after all of this...if he decides to go to Boston anyways, at least I know I've done everything I can. I've tried as hard as I possibly can to win him over, to get him to care for me as much as I do for him.

I've put my cards on the table. Now it's all up to him.

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