Maybe she thought I’d believe she fell asleep. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. Maybe I need to back off. Or maybe I need to give her more time. I settled for having her in my bed, even if not in the way I needed her to be. But we were all there, sleeping in one bed, like a family. She slept like a little kid, hands tucked underneath one cheek, lips pouting out in a kiss that hasn’t been given yet. Hell, I think I need to take a cold shower, calm myself down. Let her set the pace. Let her do what she wants. She gets to decide. Maybe she can accept you, maybe she’s willing to take a chance on you. Make sure she never regrets it. Be patient, man, it’s all you can do. I know what I have to do – I need to spend some time alone with her, not be a dick, and try to show her why she should take a chance on me, why she should, give her a glimpse of how good we can be together. I’ve never wanted anything so bad – I’m not sure if that makes me crazy as fuck or just desperate. I’m okay with desperate.
