I nuzzled against her neck as I lay on top of her. I'm sure she'll push me off when my weight gets to be too much, or punch me in the side, more likely. Right now, I like being this close to her though, almost feels like I'm protecting her, not that she needs it. At least not physically.

I feel like I should tell her something though, about how I feel. I don't know if I love her. Actually, I probably do but I'm just too afraid to admit it. I know that she probably knows better than I do what I'm feeling and I don't need to say it, but I feel like I should say something.

"We should probably stop keeping two apartments."

There, that was something.