That's the way I love you

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Becky POV

As the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room, I found myself lost in my thoughts. The conversation with Freen on the beach replayed in my mind like a soothing melody, and a feeling of warmth enveloped me. It was strange how clarity could emerge from the depths of confusion, and how the truth had a way of finding its place.

Freen's sincerity had touched me deeply. Her willingness to wait, to respect my emotions and decisions, spoke volumes about the kind of person she was. The weight of the past seemed to lessen, replaced by a newfound connection that felt both genuine and reassuring.

As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but smile. The possibility of something more with Freen seemed like an open door – one that I was slowly inching toward, step by step.

My mind wandered to the peaceful figure on the couch, illuminated softly by the moonlight. Freen slept soundly, her features relaxed and serene. In her slumber, she appeared vulnerable yet beautiful, and I found myself admiring the gentle curve of her cheek and the way her hair framed her face.

I couldn't deny that there was a magnetism to Freen, a quality that drew me in even in the midst of my uncertainties. And as I observed her, my heart swelled with a mixture of emotions – a blend of gratitude, curiosity, and something that felt remarkably like longing.

I shifted on the bed, my eyes never leaving Freen's sleeping form. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face – it was a sight that both soothed and stirred me.

As Becky observed Freen, a small smile tugged at her lips. She found herself entranced by the simple act of watching someone sleep. It was an intimacy that allowed her to see Freen in a vulnerable state, a side that she didn't often get to witness. It made her realize just how human and genuine Freen was, beyond the façade that often accompanied their interactions.

The room's stillness seemed to encourage Becky to move closer, her steps light and cautious. Her eyes remained fixed on Freen's peaceful face, a sense of tenderness welling up within her. Without fully realizing her actions, she reached out to tuck the blanket around Freen, a gesture of care and consideration.

As she leaned over the couch, her gaze remained on Freen's features. The moonlight cast gentle shadows, accentuating the contours of Freen's face. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Freen's forehead. It was a small detail, but it seemed to call out to her, drawing her closer.

Becky's hand lifted almost of its own accord, her fingers brushing the errant strand of hair away from Freen's face. The touch was feather-light, her fingertips grazing Freen's skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as Becky's touch lingered.

It was an intimate act, an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend words. In that quiet moment, as she gazed at Freen's sleeping form, Becky felt a sense of closeness that she hadn't expected.  As her touch grazed Freen's skin, her gaze traced the delicate features before her—Freen's closed eyes, the curve of her nose, and finally, her lips.

Her eyes lingered on Freen's lips, and a rush of memories flooded her mind—their shared moments, their laughter, and that one unexpected kiss that had taken her by surprise. The memory of Freen's soft lips against hers sent a flutter through her chest, a warmth that seemed to radiate from her core.

Becky's fingers trailed across Freen's face, her touch feather-light and almost reverent. Her heart pounded in her chest as her gaze fixated on Freen's lips. Unconsciously, her fingertip brushed against the softness, tracing the outline as if tracing the memory of that stolen kiss.

For a moment, her breath caught in her throat, and she found herself leaning in, her heartbeats echoing in her ears. The desire to close the distance, to bridge the gap between them, was overwhelming. She could almost feel the sensation of Freen's lips against hers once more, a mix of sweetness and uncertainty.

But then, a sudden awareness jolted her back to reality. The realization that she was about to kiss Freen without her consent hit her like a wave. A flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks, and she quickly pulled her hand away, the warmth of the moment dissipating into a sense of awkwardness.

Her heart raced, and she cleared her throat, a mix of confusion and embarrassment swirling within her. "What am I doing?" she silently chastised herself. Quickly, she turned away and retreated to her own bed, trying to brush off the rush of emotions that had overtaken her.

Lying there in the darkness, Becky's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Freen, nor the feelings that seemed to be growing between them. But she also knew that any steps forward had to be taken with consent, with open communication.

As sleep slowly tugged at her, she found herself reflecting on the complex web of emotions that had brought them to this point. There was no denying the connection between her and Freen, and as she drifted into sleep, a sense of anticipation mingled with uncertainty about what the future might hold.

Freen POV

The night was quiet, the soft rustling of the ocean's waves providing a gentle backdrop to the stillness around us. We were nestled in our own bed, the cool night air seeping through the open windows. Becky's slow and deliberate movements caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation.

I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep as I felt the weight of the blanket being tucked around me. Her touch was light and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine. I focused on my breathing, trying to keep it steady despite the racing of my heart.

The sensation of her fingers brushing against a stray strand of my hair sent a tingling warmth through me. Every touch felt amplified, and I was hyper-aware of her proximity. It was as if the world had narrowed down to this singular moment.

As her movements brought her closer, I could feel her hot breath against my skin. My heart seemed to be working overtime, its beats echoing in my ears. I could sense her presence so intimately, her every movement sending a rush of sensations through me.

And then it happened – her nose brushed against mine, a soft and fleeting touch that felt electric. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and my cheeks burned with the intensity of my blush. I held my breath, my senses heightened, my body poised for whatever was to come next.

But just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it seemed to fade away. I could sense Becky retreating, her movements becoming distant. I let out a slow, almost imperceptible sigh of both relief and disappointment.

I kept my eyes closed, my heart still racing, and listened as she settled back onto her own bed. I waited for her breathing to steady, for the night's quiet to settle around us once more.

And then, as if driven by an invisible force, I opened my eyes and turned my head toward her. There she was, lying in her bed, her back to me. I watched her for a moment, taking in the rise and fall of her breath, the gentle rhythm of her presence.

I closed my eyes again, a soft smile playing at the corners of my lips. The night seemed to hold a new kind of magic, a secret that only I was privy to – the secret that in the quiet of that night, I had discovered that I was in love with Becky.

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