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I’ve never had someone tell me they like me before. Regardless of the fact that you had to be hammered to do it, it’s important that you remembered. We were at my friends party and you were upset. you cornered me, you were drunk and upset: The Chicano told me that our sexual relationship had changed from just casual sex to something special in his eyes. He nervously told me how he’s (supposedly) never felt this way about a person before, that I mean something more to him, that he sees me in his future to some extent. He asked me if I only liked him for the sex and I paused, I almost panicked, I didn’t…I don’t know. I told him I liked chilling with him but that I didn’t want a relationship with him. He said he understood. We kept drinking. We went home. We had sex, he passed out, I fell asleep with his breathing in my hair and Family guy reruns. In the morning he made me late to my cousin’s show because he decided to seduce my body and tell me how attractive I was to him while he caresses me into tingles from the inside out. We took a shower together, washing each others hair and giggling beneath the water droplets. I watched them make patterns of decent down his skin and down the drain and I smiled before he told me I never looked more gorgeous, wet and giggly. I made him laugh with my sillyness and he tickled me into my towel and kissed me against my sink. Such a pleasurable morning it had been the other day. He misses me already, since he knows I can’t see him for a while. This is all too new to me. 
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