I lay on my back, my gaze fixated on the ceiling's patterns. Beside me, Nat's presence is evident through the faint rhythm of her breath. Gradually, she shifts onto her side, orienting herself towards me in the dimly lit room. A hushed utterance escapes her lips, "Y/N?"
Turning to meet her gaze, I respond with a soft murmur, "Yes?" Her warm exhalation grazes my skin, creating a tender closeness between us.
"How do you know you like someone?" Her question hangs in the air, laden with curiosity and uncertainty. I offer a gentle smile, attempting to articulate the complex emotions that accompany such feelings. "Well, you can't stop thinking of them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to—" I pause, momentarily caught off guard. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Our eyes lock in an intense exchange, and her focus descends to my lips before returning to my eyes. A delicate gesture ensues as her hand delicately brushes a wisp of hair behind my ear.
In a breath so faint it's almost imperceptible, she reveals her vulnerability, "Y/N, I like you." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken anticipation. Drawing nearer, she bridges the remaining distance between us, our proximity electrifying.
Responding to the magnetic pull between us, I inch closer, our lips converging in a tender, exhilarating kiss. The sensation of her lips against mine is a revelation in itself, the embodiment of tenderness and intimacy. Her touch traces a path to my hair, a gentle reassurance of her emotions.
Whispers of my own emotions weave through the charged air, "Nat, I like you too."
