I had been completely head over heels with James since the first time I set eyes on him. It was one of those 'butterflies in your stomach, mind blanking out when you see him' kind of things. To be honest, my infatuation had, at times, turned to obsession. I waited for something to happen with us, and I had no time for any other guy as long as he was around.
Exactly a year later, I moved on. I found a boyfriend and he even found a girlfriend. We had a huge argument and stopped talking for several months until he called me and asked me over to his house one night. I decided it was time for our argument to end and we met up later that night. We drank, talked about 'the old days' and laughed about how stupid we were to stop talking.
It was like we had never stopped talking. We were as close as ever, and I realised how much I still wanted him. I tried to keep my boyfriend in mind, but everything about James excited me. His smells, his facial expressions, his movements, everything.
We drank everything in the house that night and he began to fall asleep. I put my arm around him and ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed the top of his head and told him I should get going. He sat up and looked at his watch "Wow 5:20am, time really does fly when you're having fun"
"Yeah, it does. I oughta call a cab, it's kinda late to walk home"
"Y'know, you're welcome to stay here. I'm awake now I promise, we can talk for another while and then I'll make up the spare room for you"
"Um, I dunno. I mean it's really late"
"Yeah, try getting a cab at this time. C'mon I'm not gonna let you walk home now, the spare room is right there. Let's not have another argument over this!"