"Monica," I said, returning her look in the eyes. I leaned forward, resting my forehead on hers. I could feel her trembling. She was scared. Her breathing was heavy.
I smiled. "I've never felt the way I did when I was with you. It was amazing, Monica, better than anyone else I've been with."
She smiled back. It was a warm smile, as if made out of pure sunlight. She was beautiful. I took her hands in mine. "I know we just had one amazing experience together, but I want more. You're already one of my closest friends. I want more with you."
With every word I said, she Monica seemed to beam even brighter. So much so, that she even started to tear up. Wiping her eyes, she said, "Thank god." She breathed deeply. "I was so scared you hated me, or I wasn't good enough, or you wanted someone else."
She backed away from me slightly. With the brightest smile yet, she told me, "I want more with you, too." Her eyes glistened with the evening sun filtering in my room. As beautiful as she was, I still hated seeing her cry. Even if they were tears of joy. I had to do something about it.
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