I woke up to the feeling of someone on my back, a soft, warm presence that made my heart skip a beat. As I stirred, I felt something on my stomach and looked down to see Eve's hand resting there. Instant butterflies filled my stomach, a fluttering that I couldn't ignore.
Turning over slowly, careful not to wake Eve, I found myself staring at the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Eve's hair was spread out like a halo, her lips slightly parted in sleep, and her serene expression made my heart ache in the best way possible. How did this happen? How did Eve come into my life so unexpectedly and leave such a permanent mark on it?
Before I moved here, I had never felt like myself. I always felt alone, misunderstood, like I was floating through life without a tether. I remembered the times I felt like I was disappointing my family—when I didn't play well in my basketball games or when my grades slipped. I would see the worry in my parents' eyes, hear the frustration in their voices, and feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on my shoulders.
Even the three things I thought I loved the most—music, family, and basketball—couldn't fill the void I felt inside. Music was my escape, a way to drown out the noise of the world, but it never reached the depths of my heart. Family was supposed to be my rock, but sometimes, I felt like an outsider looking in. And basketball, my supposed passion, often felt like just another way to measure my worth, a yardstick by which I constantly fell short.
But then there was Eve. This girl who had simply helped move some boxes into my house had become so much more. Eve made me feel seen, understood in a way that no one else ever had. Every moment with Eve was a revelation, a discovery of parts of myself I never knew existed. I felt a connection, a magnetic pull that I couldn't resist, even though it scared me.
I shouldn't feel this way about a random girl, right? This wasn't how things were supposed to go. I was supposed to like boys, supposed to find a nice guy and fall in line with everyone's expectations. But those rules seemed distant and meaningless when I was with Eve. They felt like chains I was ready to break.
I traced the outline of Eve's face with my eyes, memorizing every curve and freckle. How could I feel so much for someone I had only known for a short time? How could this one girl make me feel more alive, more myself, than anything else ever had?
Eve shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and my heart swelled with an emotion I didn't dare name. It was too soon, too fragile, but it was there, undeniably present. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I knew I should get up, should untangle myself from this moment, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Being here, with Eve's hand on my stomach and our breaths mingling in the quiet morning air, felt like the most natural thing in the world.
I closed my eyes, letting myself drift in the warmth of the moment, allowing myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this was right. That feeling like this—so deeply, so intensely—wasn't breaking any rules. It was simply finding where I belonged.
But I can't like her because she's a girl... right?
