We talked till late at night before he realized it was already late,
“ Ohh shoot, it's already late,” he said as he checked his watch for the time,
“We’d better get inside,” he demanded,
“Ya, that's right,” I agreed, he helped me get up, yes, my legs still shook, we slowly, gently walked back to the house, his hands around my hips, I couldn't help but think of earlier, then we became awkwardly silent as we came nearer to our room.
Is he going to spend the night with me? I wondered, maybe not, we opened my door, helped me sit on the bed.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked nervously.
“No,” I responded quickly while shaking my head, yet deep down, I wanted him to stay, spend the night with, wake up in his chest or while rubbing backs. Except his reaction made me not mingle further.
