HIS POV
By the time I wash my face and glance up at the mirror, I'm still thinking about her lips on mine.
She said she was drunk, acted like it, slurring words, giggling, leaning in too close but deep down, something told me she was more in control than she let on.
She is not good in acting.
But God… I don't regret it. Not even for a second.
Because I've wanted to kiss her for so damn long.
From the moment she stumbled into my life all fire and laughter, sunshine and sarcasm, like the world couldn't touch her. I knew there was something different about her. Something I hadn't seen in years. She doesn't remember what she did for me back then. Not really.
But I do.
I remember everything.
She saved me once. Just by being herself.
And I've been chasing that same light ever since—through every quiet day, every lonely night, every version of myself that didn't feel like enough.
I take a deep breath, turn off the bathroom light, and step back into the room.
But the second I see her, I stop in my tracks.
She's asleep.
Fast asleep curled up on the bed, her head turned slightly toward the window. Her lips those lips are parted ever so slightly.
Fuck I want to have more.
And God she's beautiful.
I stay frozen for a moment, just watching her. Taking in every breath she draws, every quiet shift in her sleep. My chest aches with the weight of it, the feeling I've been carrying so long I almost forgot what it felt like to be this soft for someone.
She thinks I'm careful with her because I'm polite. Respectful. And I am. But it's more than that.
The truth is I'm scared. Not of her. Never of her.
BUT ME.
What it means to fall even deeper than I already have. And I already have.
I walk slowly over to the bed, pull the blanket up, and gently drape it over her. She shifts a little, a quiet sigh slipping past her lips, and I swear my heart stumbles at the sound.
I kneel down beside the bed, just for a second, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. My fingers hover there, afraid to touch her too long, even though I could stay like this forever.
"You don't remember me," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. "But you saved me once."
I pause. Swallow. Breathe. She doesn't know the weight she carries in my story. She doesn't remember me, not really. Not the way I remember her. I remember the girl who smiled at me when no one else did. Who said something small, something kind, at the exact moment I was about to give up. She probably didn't even realize what she was doing. But I do.
"And I think I've been fall for you ever since."
I don't move from the floor. I just sit there, watching over her, letting the night fall. Letting this moment last just a little longer.