There he was.

In my living room. My living room.

Ohh, how long I've waited for a moment like this...

"Can I get you anything? Coffee?" I offer.

His big blue eyes burn into mine.

His voice turns low and suggestive. "Sure." I flush crimson as I silently make my way to the kitchen.

Faded, coffee stained, floral patterned walls.

I put on the electric kettle and open the overhead cabinet.

Shoes. Thousands. Not a single matching pair.

I reach through them humming. My fingers enclose around the desired object.

A mug.

Ssssssssssssssss. Steam escapes the kettle.

I turn it off and hear a crash behind me. I jump and whirl around. A broken vase.

My fat gray cat looks up at me from his perch on the counter where the expensive vase was moments ago.

"Waldo!" I hiss. He blinks lazily back at me.

I turn and sweep up the shattered remains. "Stupid cat." I spit.

No matter, I'd broken ten times that many on purpose.

I return to the living room, just about to turn back around having forgot the mug of coffee when I notice it already sitting on the table. "Did- did I bring that?" I ask, confused. He looks at me funnily, "Dont you remember?"

I feel my face heat up and shrug before sitting on the armchair across from him.

He chuckles, and suddenly I feel stupid. For some reason the chuckle sounds odd. Rough.

He quietly consumes his coffee.

Sip. sip. sigh. sip. Gulp. sip. sip. Mechanical.

Halfway through he looks up and locks eyes with me, a youthful twinkle in his eye.

Mischievous. Juvenile.

"Wanna try something?" He asks enticingly. "Like what..?" I say haltingly.

He reaches over the small coffee table placing his hands on the back of my neck pulling me forward, touching his lips to mine.

I lean father into his kiss. He presses me against the kitchen counter. -weren't we just in the living room?

He pulls away and whispers into my ear. "What?" I say. "I said I like your nails."

I squint at him, what kind of thing is that to- I look down at my nails.

They're painted. I never paint my nails.

They're painted green. I hate green. When did I- "So is that a no?" Zach says, interrupting my train of thought.

I look back up "Huh?" "I said, would you like to go on a proper date this saturday?" I blink. Hadn't I waited three years for this moment?

For him.

"Yes!" I announce beaming.

He chuckles again at my enthusiasm and walks back to the couch, sitting back down. He motions for me to sit next to him.

"Oh! One sec." I rush to the bedroom where I left the Tv remote. I find it and return to the living room only to discover that he has fallen asleep.

His lashes long and golden, his lips pink and parted. And his expression...

Serene.

I take the blanket from my room.

I sleep with just the sheets tonight.

I lay it over him gently and lean down to kiss his brow. I then leave him alone for the comforts of my bed-

despite how bad I want to watch non-stop as he sleeps-

but that would be weird.

I lay down, close my eyes and dream of nothing.