Perfect

the look

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you're holding mine

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I groaned quietly to myself as I tried to open my eyes. However, light was flooding through the open window, making it nearly impossible to do so. What seemed like hours later, although it was probably just a matter of minutes, I opened my eyes. I shut them tightly again, but then was blinking as an attempt to get myself to wake up.

The next thing that was registering with me this morning was the wind that was also coming through the open window. It was the perfect temperature in between warm and cool, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw off the thin sheet or shiver.

At that point, I rolled onto my back, then glanced around the almost oversized room. Nothing caught my attention as I did so, nor did anything seem out of place from the roller coaster of a day I had yesterday. My thoughts then drifted to the matching dream I had last night. Unfortunately, it hadn't been one of out best moments.

A gentle knock on my door brought me out of my trance. I didn't answer it, just watched as it creaked open moment moments later. An all too familiar face was peeking in.

"Hi," I greeted quietly. He gave me a small smile before slowly, barely coming further into my room. He stood there quietly for reasons I wasn't sure of, but soon I was bringing up a hand, and curling a finger as an invitation for him to join me. Mitch was slow to cross the room, but didn't hesitate climbing onto the bed. He was a bit more careful when it came to throwing a leg over mine and when it came to resting on my hips, almost as if he couldn't make up his mind on whether or not to be nervous about this morning.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I thought of something last night." I tilted my head to the side, or best I could while laying flat on the bed. "If we're truly doing this... we won't need to sleep in separate beds anymore." I could feel a smile spread across my face.

"Then let's not." And suddenly, there was smirk on his face. However, it quickly fell, but I could tell it was to prepare for what would fall out of his mouth next.

"We can kiss then too."

"Is that all you care about?" A lopsided smirk reappeared on his face and that was all the answer I needed. In a rush of bravery, he began leaning down. Even though I was sure his words were all the foreshadowing I needed, for some reason I couldn't be sure. But he kept coming closer, and closer, and closer, and--

He stopped.

Our faces were a matter of inches away from each other; however, he, for some reason, didn't dare move closer. Instead, he quickly sat up. I had no way of knowing what I did wrong, but the mood still took a 180. I laid there, confused beyond belief, just trying to think of some reasoning for his actions. As if on cue, the dreams from last night came back to the forefront of my mind, and I instantly knew everything that he was thinking.

"Mitchy--"

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be. I understand."

"Its just..." he trailed off, looking down at his lap. "I don't wanna fuck us up again," he admitted quietly. "I don't want this to go to shit in two weeks. I can't lose you."