He was at my house every night just to fuck around except he was sober. I couldn't tell if I was falling for him but I highly enjoyed being with him the morning after. I hated the way he left as soon as he'd wake up. Most of the time I'd sleep for a few hours just to wake up before him and watch him sleep. I loved the way his lips always looked plump. I just wanted to bite them but I didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping and I could have sworn I'd seen wings on his back one day.
