Long nights and street lights

I like you

"You know you really don't have to do this." I said as he held my bag and walked me to my door.

"I know." He replied. He didn't really talk much, but when he did, his words were few and he always seemed uncomfortable and looked at his feet. As we reached my front door, for the second time in a week, it was my turn to look at my feet.

"Well, thank you and I promise this won't happen again," I said as I turned the handle, "I'll be sure to promote you as the town's best pancake maker if I ever get the chance." I expected him to laugh but he just reached out and touched my arm, as if preventing me from walking through the door.

"I don't mind if it does." The look of confusion on my face must have said it all. I was never good at hiding facial expressions. "I mean like happen again, last night, you know what I mean."

"Oh, okay. Sure. I'll keep that in mind." I smiled politely, he nodded and we went our seperate ways.

"Who's that gentleman?" I heard the moment I set foot in the door. "His name is Connor. And how did you know he's a gentleman?" Her Dad looked up from his newspaper.

"Kind of obvious ain't it?" I was confused. "Every guy you stay with never drives you home let alone carries your bag and walks you to the door."

"True." I muttered as I began to walk up the stairs.

"Don't let him pass by Aisha." I stopped dead and turned around slowly.

"Pardon?" I scoffed.

"He's a keeper hun." What was he on? He knew I didn't do relationships. So I just ignored him and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt whilst walking to my room.

Just ten minutes later, whilst doing my hair, low and behold, he starts calling me. The internal debate whether or not to answer was massive.

"Hi...did I forget something?" I tried to sound confident.

"No, no not at all." His voice was shaky. Awkward silence.

"So...what did you want to say?" Surely it wasn't just for no reason.

Deep breath. "I wanted to say that, the last few nights have been all accidental if you were confused. Also, I've really enjoyed myself."

"Yeah me too." I was entirely puzzled.

"I never convinced you to come home with me. You always came up to me. Usually too drunk to walk." I laughed and nodded. Sounded like me.

"Both times, when we got back, you wanted to have sex. I stopped you." It was all getting too confusing. 

"Why? Isn't that the point of a one night stand?" I raised my voice without meaning to. 

"Yeah I guess." He sounded like a poor child getting a big talking to. 

"So, why did you stop me? If you didn't want to have sex then why'd you take me home?"

He almost stuttered. "I-I guess I just kind of-....I don't know."

"Yes you do. Don't be afraid to say it. I'm not going to bite your head off." I said without thinking, because maybe I would, it depended what he was about to say.

"I really like you." He blurted out almost too quick for me to catch.