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I feel someone slowly stir in my arms, and I remember where I’m at. I just leave it up to her to move my hand or to get up but she doesn’t do anything, she just lays still and out of shock she grabs my hand tighter into her, like I’m leaving her. I let her shift back into my body till she was pressed up against me. I kissed the back of her neck, the smell of her hair was like a fresh batch of flowers and her skin was softer than a baby’s bottom.

“Ashley?” I said in a whisper

“Hey” she said groggily. She turned over and was face to face to me. She was probably 2 inches away from me and I couldn’t kiss those lips I’ve wanted… for years.

She just laid there staring at me I didn’t know what to say so I told her to get in the shower and clean off and meet me downstairs. She grabbed her stuff and went into the bathroom; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her it was she was heaven sent. The way she moved around, her smiles, her laughs just about everything else. And she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

I used the extra bathroom in the guest room and went down stairs to cook some breakfast. I knew her favorites Pancakes, eggs with a lot of bacon and a glass of orange juice.

 We’d spent so many nights together, just us hanging out and doing what best friend do. But sometimes I wish we weren’t, because that’d mean she might want to be with me, but that was a long shot. I mean I’m totally the opposite of what she goes for. She goes for the ‘look at me I’m so sexy, and I wanna have sex with you for days and use your money to buy way to expensive cloths’… “and make their best friends jealous and wishing it was her who she should be with’  but I mean who am I to tell her, I’ve felt this way since high school and as college went by I fell even more and more in love with her but I never did anything about it. I just watched her date girls after girls, all the wrong types.