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“You know, I can’t ever remember being on a date that I didn’t want to end. I know this is the part where I say goodnight, but the truth is I don’t want to. I don’t want to let you go again.”
“Well, considering we’ve already slept together twice, feel free to come inside with me,” I tell him, praying, hoping, wishing he’ll take me up on my offer.
“I shouldn’t. You’ll think I’m easy.”
I take a step back, placing my hand on my chest in mock shock. “Are you callingmeeasy?”
“Alyssa, the past year, you’ve been anything but easy.”
“Which means we have a lot of time to make up for.”
He hesitates, so I close the distance between us and wrap my hands around his waist, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.
“Come in,” I tell him. “We can just cuddle if you want. In fact, that’s all I want. You don’t want the night to end? It doesn’t have to.”
“Can we make out, too?” he asks, his eyes alight with mischief.
I laugh, taking his hand and leading him into the apartment, past a video-game focused Bryan, and into my room, where I push him onto the bed and pounce on top of him.
“I spent this entire week on this very bed, thinking of making out with you, Shane. Of course we can.”
So that’s what we do until the early hours of the morning. We kiss, we cuddle, we talk, we laugh.
It’s so normal. So comfortable. So freaking perfect that I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to sleeping alone.
A girl could definitely get used to this.
