~ MPATMS~ "You want love?" he asks, pushing a strand of black hair off my forehead. "I don't know. I don't need some special kind of love. I don't need someone to hold me and call me theirs. It would just be nice to have someone who would lie next to me at night and tell me I'm beautiful." He laughs lightly. "Skipping the wild teenage years and heading straight for boring married couple, are you?" "Sydney did make me get a match.com" I hear him laugh again but my eyes are getting droopy. "Tally?" he whispers, and I feel him climb in bed next to me and ever so lightly press his side against mine. "Yeah?" He shifts his weight to his elbow and then his salt-water breath is on my neck. I could stay like this forever, wrapped up in a comforter with Aaron next to me. His breath hitches. "You're beautiful."