I love the way you feel, cuddled up next to me. All warm and toasty under cotton sheets. Your fingers entwine in mine as we ponder the next step. We've been friends for over five years. Friendship that turned into a crush for me from the very beginning, it took you a little longer. I gave you a million nudges but you finally took the bait. After years of waiting, frustration, determination, we finally explored new territory.
All my wildest fantasies disappeared in that one first kiss. It came so suddenly and unexpected that I almost pushed you away, until I realized what was happening. You waited for the perfect moment, when I was so distracted by my surroundings that when you came up beside me and gave me a kiss on the cheek I was shell-shocked. I looked to you as you stood there with a smirk and I asked you "what was that?" like I didn't already know. You had finally made the first move.
I firmly believe that a girl has a right to make the first move, but I was always too shy or scared to do that. Instead I await patiently for a kiss that may never come. But it did this time. My patience won out and I finally got the green light for what was to come.
We had been talking about the possibility of an "us" for months via text messages in late night conversations. But I never actually thought there would be an "us." I just thought it was me reading too far into things. I had taught myself not to get my hopes up because it only leads to heartbreak. So my expectations of our hangout was not to end up in bed. But I was pleasantly surprised that it did.
Now we lay together in post-coital bliss, all I can think about is the next step and where do we go from here. Maybe this is one big dream that I'm in and one day I'm going to wake up and we'll be back in our non-committal/flirtatious/endless friendship. I want more. I want this. I want us.
