Charlie
A week. An entire week without knowing what he thought. I kissed him, and then I just left, not knowing whether he liked it or not. Not knowing if we could still be friends, not knowing anything. I didn't have his number, I didn't have any way to contact him at all.
Why - just why would I put myself in that horrible situation of doubt and fear? I hadn't thought that far before I kissed him, I just did it in the heat of the moment. He'd pulled me down on the bed for god's sake! It must mean that he... But what if it didn't? He had a girlfriend, he said I was his best friend. I had been so sure though.
The suspense was killing me. Not knowing was like torture. I couldn't stop thinking about him, I could barely eat for nervousness, I spent hours lying awake every night, imagining his lips on mine, how it had felt.
I would picture him pressing me against the wall, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I would run my fingers through his hair, feel the muscles in his back, feel his abs pressing against me. Then he would remove his t-shirt, pull me towards the bed and – oh god, what was I doing?! It would never happen; he would surely want to stop being friends with me now.
And then the entire chain of thought started again from the beginning, until I was sure I would go mad if I didn't soon find out what he thought.
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