"What have you done to me?" I ask. His cheek is scratchy under my fingers.
"I should ask you the same thing." He props himself up on one arm. "You make me crazy."
"I love you." It has become easier to say it over time.
"Jeu hai bugen tei", he says back. "I like saying it. It sounds much better than jeu carezzel tei, to be honest." He sighs. "I love you way too much."
I frown. "Can one love too much? Is it a bad thing?"
"That depends on you." He kisses me.
I pull away. "No it doesn't. It you who says it. Why can it be a bad thing?"
Now it's his turn to frown. "I guess... It's because it's dangerous."
My chest tightens. "Well then we're both taking the same risk. So bring it on."
He smiles.
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"I don't want to fall asleep alone", he says, and wraps his arms tightly around me. "I don't want you to leave."
"I can't help it", I answer. Doors close at ten, that's the iron rule.
"You know, we see each other every day, but we can never actually do anything."
I smile. "Like what?"
He puffs his cheeks. "There are so many things I want to do with you, so many places I want to go..." He trails off.
"We have the weekends", I say weakly. I know it doesn't count.
"I hate this. I don't want to fall asleep by myself", he says again and hides his face in the pillow. He hugs me tighter yet and I feel his heartbeat against my skin. It's always so incredibly loud; a big, strong heart. Like him.
"Neither do I", I whisper.
So I'm not the only one after all. Not being with him throws me off my regular pace, especially since it's the weekend. I couldn't sleep properly Saturday night because I kept waking up, feeling for his body in the dark, but then realizing that I was in my own room, in my own bed, and not in his. Of course I'll never tell him that. But he feels the same. It's sad and wonderful at the same time.
Ah, young love.
/P.
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