"You don't want to know."
I gazed off into the starry space above me. The uncovered ceiling chilled the atmosphere of the room. My nerves tickled my tongue, which I then bit to keep form speaking too soon.
I was waiting for him.
"Please? It's not like it's going to change my opinion of you. Or us." He tilted his head down to nuzzle me with the tip of his nose. He playfully tugged on my hair and continued to scratch my scalp.
He was good at egging me on.
I pulled my face towards his and lightly pressed my lips to his cheek.
"Maaaaybe..." I began with uncertainty. "Uh, I don't know," I giggled in frustration.
I felt him become more engaged.
"Come on..." His fingers traced my shoulder blade, down the small of my back. He could see my teeth flash in the darkness.
"...Yes?" He smiled.
"Okay," I laughed. "You just... make me feel things I'm too young to feel."
"What do you mean?"
I shifted. "Like... okay, now, for instance. All I can think of, all I can dream of is forever. I see the moment we decide that we're all each other needs. I see not only tomorrow but the day after, until there aren't anymore. Do you know what I mean? You're my person. You're the one I want to want me for as long as I'm alive."
There was a brief silence from him as I caught my breath from my previously strangling words.
I tightened my arms that were already wrapped around him, and in return, he kissed me.
But he didn't just kiss me. It was different. It wasn't typical, nor typically atypical.
This kiss was real. Emotions entangled and desire beyond our years erupted and all of it was genuine.
I felt him.
And I took this to be his way of telling me that I was his person, too.
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