"Dylan," I yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I slept at his place last night. We spent all day talking and kissing.
Dylan pulls me into a hug, "Good morning, baby." We exchange a quick kiss.
"It's too early for work."
"It's too early for anything!" He shoots me a toothy grin. His warm laugh echoing through my ears. "So... what are we?" His face is close to mine.
"Human," I grin at him.
"You're so lame, but for real. I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Aren't we moving a bit too fast? I know close to nothing about you."
"But I know everything about you," he states proudly.
"That's the problem, you never talk about yourself. How am I supposed to know I can trust you, when you don't give me anything to build that trust on?"
"Look, feelings never make sense, but when I am with yo
