Alexander
Ever since the day we gave in to our urges three weeks ago, with Aryana comforting me about my father the following morning, the distance between us had reduced. We spoke and laughed more, though I caught Aryana looking hesitant a few times. What she was conflicted about, I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to question it.
Another thing to note about the progress of our relationship was how we flirted with each other. It seemed there was no point in hiding how much we desired each other. Now, there were lingering touches anytime we touched and meaningful gazes each time our eyes met.
There was no doubt that I had fallen for Aryana. I was falling deeper and deeper for her, but I was still unsure if it could be called love. After all, I had never been in love before. The only love
