A Perpetual Recollection of Him

It was the middle of the night, approximately 3:00 AM. I laid in his bed, unable to sleep. He noticed, wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me against him. “Go to sleep,” he mumbled. I rolled my eyes in response, only to have him pull my face against his lips. Something was bothering him; he was holding something back. 

Him: I’m not the type to fall in love. 

Me: Neither am I. 

This was the routine; feelings were not permitted, as this was only a one-night stand. However, he was taken aback from my response, becoming interested. We began to talk for hours, sharing stories of our personal experiences, which ended with us falling asleep to each other’s voices. 

I felt the sunlight creep across my face, in the morning; I turned my head to see him sleeping, running my thumb across his lips and finger across his cheek. So, this is the bad-boy with the “asshole” reputation; a deceptive character, he is. I saw the real side of him; I got to know the boy I’ve been infatuated with since the first grade, something I thought would never happen.

I gazed at him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. I got him, right by my side. After a couple minutes, he suddenly awoken and his eyes met with mine. “Creep,” he stated. I shoved him lightly, and laughed. We ended up rolling around the bed, playfully fighting, until our hands touched and fingers interlocked. “Stop staring,” he demanded with a smirk. I kissed him and responded, “I’m going home.” 

I’m not one to admit defeat. We both play games; in this case, the same one. We’re similar; two lost people just hoping to be found.

One-night stands are meant to be forgotten, but this one was worth remembering. It was “wrong,” I know. Yet, it felt so right deep down. I think I’m sure I fell in love with him.