Okay, I can do this. I just need to remember how much I care about my boyfriend. It’ll be fine.
He didn’t mean that much anyway, he was just a summer fling.
My boyfriend is the one I want to be with for as long as possible.
So why is my heart pounding? Why can’t I stop pacing in front of the window, as if that will make him get here sooner?
I should just give it up, he never wanted me the way I wanted him.
Not that that matters- it’s ancient history.
We’re just good friends.
So why does my stomach flip when I see him waiting for me in the car outside? Why can’t I control my smile as I step into the passenger seat? Why do I have the urge to kiss him as hard as I can, ‘till there’s nothing left in the world but him and me?
I’m with my boyfriend, though. I must have imagined that urge…
God, he looks good. I think his shoulders have broadened even more since I saw him last.
Maybe I’ll give him a playful shove, no harm in that, right?
Okay, so he’s caught me in his arms and is tickling me.
Friends tickle, right?
I’ve stopped laughing. He’s stopped tickling.
Oh no. Oh no no no.
His face is tilted down at me, and he knows my kiss-me look. I would bet any amount of money that that look is on my face right now… Because I want him to. I want him to kiss me. More than I’ve wanted anything before. I want to continue the “to be continued”. I want to read the chapter after the cliffhanger.
Please take the control from me. I need to know that you still want me the way I still want you. The way I’ve never stopped wanting you…
You are my unfinished sentence. You are my missing puzzle piece. My what if. My maybe.
And he leans in, his eyes soft and thoughtful. I need this… So badly it’s consuming me.
My mind drowns in his sweet scent, and I leave all thought behind as we finish the story we started together a long time ago.