Glitter Love

Pre-face

We are both side by side on my bed. YES, you read that correctly. A boy is on my bed.

At that moment I realized how far from home I am... how far my overprotective parents are... and let me tell you... I am not complaining.

Another important detail to note is that college dorm beds are twin beds! Tiny, twin beds...

Can you guess where I'm going with this?

Our bodies are touching!! And yes, I will keep using exclamation points because these thoughts and realizations are LOUD in my head. This is a situation I see in movies or dream about but never really happens to me you know?

I have this gorgeous boy sitting on my bed next to me.

I have to remind myself to breathe.

We were both fully clothed, resting our backs against the wall where the headrest usually goes. My laptop is on my lap playing the movie we agreed to see: "Dear White People." His right shoulder rests against my left shoulder.

Is it possible to feel someone's muscles simply by leaning against them?

WELL whether it's possible or not, let me tell you that I am very aware of one of his muscular arms touching mine.

"Breathe. Pay attention to the movie," I tell myself. I do my best to do so successfully for a couple minutes.

He stretches his legs, interrupting and snapping me out of my own thoughts.

To my surprise, he did not resume his original position. He shifts his legs closer to me. Now our knees touch and I instantly feel my heart skip a beat. Did he do that on purpose? Is he as aware about our bodies touching as I am?

"Play it cool Mia!" I tell myself. I keep my eyes on the screen, trying to hide the fact that my heart is racing and that I am very much aware of our closeness.

He then begins to move again. This time he stretches his arms up, yawning. He drops his right arm around my pillow, touching the back of my neck ever so slightly. Did he just pull the old stretch trick to place his arm around my shoulders?!

I attempt to calm my breathing again, "Relax Mia. He is touching your pillow, not your shoulder."

"Are you comfortable?" he asks, as he tugs and straightens my pillow.

So it wasn't a move? He was just straightening my pillow for me?! I know me sharing all the details of my thoughts makes it seem that this moment is going on forever. But it isn't. I need to respond fast so I don't look like the frozen statue I feel like.

"Oh thanks," I cough to get my voice to sound natural again. "The pillow does feel better that way." I turn to look at him only to find he's already looking at me.

Our eyes lock. My heart is pounding out of my chest. We had never been this close. His gaze drops towards my lips and quickly right back to my eyes. I feel heat creep up all over my body.

My turn to take a peek at his lips. Have I mentioned how hydrated and soft his lips look?! Oh my.

"Mia! Do something! Say something!" I scream to myself. But I am frozen. The moment is too perfect. Is he thinking the same thing as me? Does he want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him?

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I have not written in FOREVER. But I've been planning this story for a while now. So what did you all think? 

Will he kiss Mia? Will Mia kiss him? 

Let me know. I love to hear your thoughts!