You were awake. Your eyes were closed but you were awake. The world outside your eyelids seemed bright. You blinked your eyes open a few times and yawned. It's probably really early, you thought. Typical.

It took you a minute to realize where you were and why you couldn't move your arms. Brittany was turned away from you and your left arm was caught under the crevice between her pillow and her shoulder. Your other arm was snaked around her waist and up near her chest where she held your hand with both of hers. Your fingers were intertwined. You fit together. You had always fit together perfectly.

You stayed like that for a while. You even lost track of the time. All you wanted was to keep her there, pressed against you, fingers locked together hearing and feeling the sound of her breathing.

She must have sensed you were awake; she must have felt your gaze. Maybe your arm twitched, or your hand moved, but in between an inhale and an exhale, her breathing changed, and her head tilted. Her eyes opened slowly, but grew accustomed to the light immediately. She rotated her body to face you.

This is where it gets confusing, you thought. You don't want a relationship. I think I'm OK with that. As long as I can kiss you, and as long as I can hold you this close, I think I'm OK with that.

Your eyes met.

"Hi," you whispered.

Suddenly, you were aware that your breath was probably bad morning breath, and silently berated yourself for not getting up and brushing your teeth before she woke up. She didn't seem to notice.

"Hi," she whispered back.

You stared at each other for a few minutes. Your hands, no longer entwined in hers, were free to move down the whole length of her torso, up to her exposed collarbone, back through her hair, as you pushed it behind her ear. She closed her eyes and hummed happily at your touch and moved her hand to your neck. She cupped your face and idly stroked your cheek with her thumb.

Your eyes met again and you tried so hard to stop the look of adoration you were probably giving her. You were smiling like an idiot, and your senses were overcome by the sweet scent of her shampoo that you shook out of her hair as your fingers ran through it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, probably knowing the answer. Hints of pink were tinting the top of her ears and the highest part of her cheeks.

Dammit, you thought. Caught.

"I just…" you started, you thought about lying, about changing the subject. But then, you thought about your conversation last night. Relationships were messy and complicated, but this was easy. "I just really want to kiss you right now," you answered truthfully, with a furrowed brow, worried she would move her thumb from your cheek.

She smiled and let out a breathy giggle. She looked into your eyes again, and you wondered what she saw, because her grip tightened slightly and she brought her lips right up to yours. You felt the warmth of her breath all over your body. You kissed once, lightly. You kissed again. She would place her lips on yours, she would make a soft kissing noise, and she would retreat, smiling to herself. You waited until she tried one more time, and when she brought her lips to yours, your gripped the back of her neck, deepening that fleeting kiss and lightly sucked at her bottom lip. She was still smiling.

You were giddy now. You were both caught within the tangle of your own limbs. The sun grew warmer as the minutes trickled by, but you didn't notice. No, the only thing that mattered at that moment was the current position you placed your body in: you leg was between hers, and you were holding yourself up above her, your hands on either side of her head. She was looking at you expectantly, as if she was already fast-forwarding this scenario in her mind.

She closed her eyes as you lowered yourself closer, her lips parted in anticipation to your kiss, but it never came. Instead, you lingered just about her mouth, close enough for her to feel the warmth of your breath and the slight tingle of your hovering lips. And you pulled back, straightening your elbows, holding yourself up at a distance again. She opened her eyes, confused. She kept her eyes open as you lowered yourself towards her lips again. She stretched her neck slightly, so that your lips would touch again, but you pulled back. You smiled. Brittany – realizing your game – opened her mouth into an amused, "oh" and gasped in mock disbelief at your kiss withholding. You dipped closer one more time, and lingered a second or two longer than before, and before you could pull away, she grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you into a searing kiss. You couldn't help but let out a slight moan of surprise. You felt her lips turn into a smile, and you separated, giggling, as you lay back down next to her.

Your foreheads were touching and her thumb was back to stroking your cheek, lightly and softly as if she was trying to memorize the exact feeling of your skin. You breathed a contented sigh, as you saw the colors of her room had grown brighter. The sun had risen higher and warmer.

"What do you want to do today?" she asked.

It was Saturday, and you had already made plans to hang out all day. Just because you couldn't imagine spending the day doing anything else but kissing every inch of her smooth and perfect skin, it didn't mean that your plans as friends had been cancelled or discarded. It appeared that Brittany was still holding on to the ground rules and boundaries you had set up last night. You were hurt, an acid feeling rose up within your chest, but a second later you were grateful. This is why fit so well together. You were passion and instinct, fleeting moments and snap judgments; you sprinted through feelings and, most of the time, fell flat on your face. Brittany was different. She was quiet and calm, took her time and she understood the frailty of emotions. Her relationships weren't sprints: they were marathons.

"We can do whatever you want," she said, dragging you out of your thoughts and back to the conversation.

"Whatever I want?" you asked, with a suggestive grin on your face. You places two deep and slow kissed on her lips. You ran your tongue over hers and pulled her in closer when you heard a soft and surprised moan from the back of her throat.

She pulled away first.

"I mean, aside from that," she said with a smile.

"Hmm," you said, taking your time to make sure your proposal was convincing enough. "Wanna, have a little breakfast and take a walk? Hang out on your porch?"

She nodded.

"Can it just be you and me?" you asked, pushing your luck a little.

"I'd like that," she said. Then added, "We should probably get up, you know, start the day."

You didn't move. Nor did you let go of her waist.

"Whyy?" you playfully whined.

"Santanaaa," she whined back.

You loved the way your name sounded when it came out of her mouth.

"Fine," you sighed. Dragging out your consonants.

She kissed you quickly and turned away, she swung her long legs over the edge of her bed. She paused for a second. Even without looking you knew she was pointing her toes and stretching out her calves. If Brittany was still for a long time she would pop all her bones in her toes and would point her feet so hard they would form capital C's. When she stood, her ankles clicked for a few steps.

Life of a dancer, you thought.