The Monster Under my Bed

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Monday, March 14, 20XX
8:51 am

"Hey," he says, pushing my hair back from where it had fallen into my face. "You don't have to answer right away if you don't-"

"Yes," I whisper, meeting his gaze.

"Hmm?"

I smile, a true smile; a smile that's full of happiness and wonder. "Yes."

And then I kiss him.

But this isn't your classic fairy tale kiss. This kiss had so much emotion and feel to it that I felt tears start to stream down my face.

He pulls away just a little bit to brush away my tears with his thumb, staring into my eyes as though looking away would mean losing me.

"Blakely," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. "You have no idea how long it took me to build up the courage to tell you this."

I giggle. "Am I really that hot?"

He kisses me again, but with more aggression and passion than the last. "Definitely."