I watched Emma, as she sat on the couch. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. She was wearing my dark blue pajama shirt that stopped just above her skinny thighs. The sleeves were rolled up, and she was smiling at me from where I lay on my stomach at the edge of my bed.
Head propped up on my hands, so that I could look at her. The sun was finally setting outside my window, and I found it funny that we had managed to get baked at only five in the afternoon.
Of course, it has been an hour since I lost my godforsaken virginity to the girl that I love. But I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking of how she looked at me, and how beautiful she was.
And for some reason she looked more beautiful than ever, if that were even possible. I don't know. Like the way the sun is right now,
