I gazed at Emily as her head flipped this way and that on the couch. She was slightly snoring, but not in an obnoxious way-in a cute way. Of course, everything she did was cute. At least that's how I looked at it. I studied her face. Her eye lids were shut, and her lips were incredibly full, and formed to create that perfect 'pouty' look. Her fingers twitched and every now and then she let out this sleepy groan. I couldn't help but grin. My Emily, I was so happy to call her mine.
A giant branch fell from outside the window and her body sat upright, as she ripped the covers off of herself and looked around the room.
"Whoa," I said, walking toward her, "No need to get jumpy, it was just a branch."
"Oh," she let out a subtle laugh, trying to prove that she hadn't been afraid of the startling noise, "yeah, I know that." I grinned and sat next to her.
She cracked a smile and her eyes looked incredibly sleepy. I leaned in and kissed her sofly on the cheak.
"Han," she said, "Do you think we should tell somebody, you know, about us?"
"No," I was quick to reply and shook my head, "we can't, not yet."
"But why?" she asked, "aren't you, proud? To be in love with me?" I slipped my hand into hers. The room was dim, but a tiny bit of light shone onto her face from the fire, making it easier for me to stare into her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes.
"Of course I'm proud," I whispered, "But I'm scared, too. I'm scared about what our friends will think. About what my mom will think. About what everybody will think. And I know it's unfair for me to think like this, unfair to you and I, but for now, can we just keep this relationship between us?"
"Of course we can," Emily's voice was soft and soothing, just what I needed, "When I'm with you, I don't care what anybody thinks. I just wanted you to feel that way, too."
I rested my head on her shoulder. Our fingers were intertwined and our breathes calm. I was deeply, incredibly in love with Emily Fields. I just wish I was brave enough to say so.