You sit there, back rigid, staring at her and she stares back at you unflinching. You do not know how much longer you can just sit here; you have been sitting there on her couch for hours. Her milk chocolate eyes burning holes into your own stormy blue eyes. Your crossed legs are beginning to cramp but she is sitting there perfectly, her posture is incredible.

    You are still in some shock and serious denial.

    You and the girl that you have longed for your entire high school career were put together for a group project but you honestly have no idea how you are going to manage it. Being in the mere presence of her is making you nearly faint in pleasure and you can not imagine even trying to work with her. You are pretty sure that as soon as she opens your mouth you will be helpless.

     Listening to her breathe, watching her eyes sparkle with life is enough to send you over the edge mentally. You can’t think when she is around, it’s like all the normal motions you have are shut down when she enters a room.

    Suddenly she got up her gorgeous brunette locks swaying from side to side. She quickly slipped in between you and the edge of the couch. She has pulled you down so your body is resting on top of hers and now she is running those fingers through her hair again.

    You didn’t think that it was possible but…for once in your entire lige you love your hair.

    It took you awhile to realize that the sweet sounds drifting into your ear was her voice and you tried to concentrate on what she was saying instead of the soft breaths that are caressing your ear.

    "I think…we should do our literature project on Romeo and Juliet," she said and you nodded willing to agree with her on anything at this moment.

     "I want to make some changes to the story and its plot but you have to help me do that okay," she whispers.

    You nodded again even more vigorously. You would have helped her take over the world if she had asked. Screw Hitler, he is nothing compared to you when you are fighting for something that you love with all your heart. Wait did you just say…love?

    "I want to change the title. They have got it all wrong. It should be Juliet and…Juliet," she licks your earlobe and you try to hold back a loud moan by biting your lip, "Don’t you think Spence?" Your mind shut down.

    "I think…," you surprise yourself when your mouth opens and you begin to speak, "I think that you are gorgeous." You do not look at Ashley afraid once again that you will see rejection shining brightly back in her amber eyes.

     "And I think…," you take a huge breath and decide not to say it, "that I love you…" What the fuck! You told yourself that you weren’t going to say it.