So, I slept with Samuel last night.
It didn't mean to happen, it just…did.
I lay here, in his bed, him sleeping, turned away, covers pulled up to my chest…thinking about the night before.
We were both pretty pissed. We were yelling, words were fired at one another. Stances were taken, like wolves at battle point. We grabbed each other like…
Well, you get my purpose.
I can't really tell if I'm in love with him or not. I slowly moved my head the other way and watched him. He had turned to his other side in his sleep, where I could see his face. His tan face, his somewhat long dark brown hair was swept in front of his eyes. And his breathing was quiet and slow.
I can't love him, I thought to myself. Why can't you, something asked far in my head. I just can't. That's not a reason, you have to tell me why. No, I don't want to. You will, it told me.
He's my best friends boyfriend, that's why.
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