When Chloe decided to take herself home, he finally had some time to just sit with his thoughts. His main thought being how different this day was supposed to have gone. At the very least he thought that listening to some crap reggae would maybe lead to some making out, for fucks sake maybe he would have even worked up the courage to tell her how he felt. She was an enigma all brave and put together, he couldn't read her. Maybe she'd laugh in his face and give him that lets just be friends speech. But the lump in his throat and the pull in his belly ensured that he wouldn't be able to last much longer without making some sort of declaration. Telling her how he felt was an itch that he couldn't wait to scratch. He just had to figure out how to put the words together.

If he closed his eyes he could still picture her sitting in the chair across from his bed, long dark hair pouring down her shoulders, that cute face she made when rolling her eyes at Chloe, he was pretty sure that wasn't meant for him to see. But he saw it, he saw everything she did. Don't think him uncaring, he was concerned that Rae was home sick but it wouldn't have bothered him if she stayed, he would have gladly made her tea and held her hair back while she tossed her cookies. That alone was something he never in his life thought he'd be happy to do but the list of things he wouldn't do for her was nonexistent. Maybe he could sooth her and make her feel better and she'd realize that she needed him in her life as well.

It was a chore to try and figure out the exact moment she became twisted in his every single thought. He couldn't remember a time when Rae wasn't around and that made him pretty happy. Now he just needed to figure out how he was going to make sure she never left. France, he'd die if she left for France for months again. His record collection was about to significantly grow. If that's how he could get her to his house, then he was going to make sure that he had a reason at least weekly to invite her over. Eventually he'd figure out how to make her fall for him. Music could bring them together.

But she had been in his room, such a private world as his bedroom. After settling in the chair, her smell sent his head racing. The glorious scent of cherry blossoms, he must have looked like a total idiot sniffing the fabric. His fingertips were on fire at the thought of touching her soft skin. He should have kissed her when spaceman started playing, the way she smiled at him. Kissing Rae, how good she must taste, how soft those lips must be. Would she let him kiss her? Would she kiss him back? Oh God he was turning into a mess. How could someone feel this way about a person without ever even kissing them? She was special he thought and the feelings she conjured…oh God, he had to do something about this now before he totally went mad.