I'll leave reality and make believe.

He's so cute with the way his chest gently rises and falls, with the way he mumbles incoherent words, with the way his lips still seem to form a smile even though he's not awake.

I graze my finger lightly along his chest to take in that certain feel, maybe a feeling of ownership. It's like a classic romantic movie, after a night of making love, by morning, the girl is always tracing shape-less patterns into the boy's chest, as if she had a right to, as if she owned him.
I would like to call Nick my own.

I wonder what he might be saying under his breath that I'm not quite hearing. Maybe he's holding an important conversation with someone, a much awaited conversation. A moment of clarity and understanding. He could be pronouncing his admiration for someone, someone like me.
I would like Nick to admit his feelings for me.

Then there are those lips. Those lips that flash a smile in my direction, and I can't help to bring a smile to my face as well. But those lips are also used for kissing, which upon seeing, makes my heart shatter into a million pieces. That of course, only leaves me to clean up and put back together again.
I would love it if for once, I was the one that Nick kissed. And if for once, he'd be the one to mend my heart when I'm in my depressed mentality.

I wish I knew how it felt.
For now, I can only pretend.
I brush my hand against his warm lips, and feel just what it would be like.
I gently place my hand on my own set of lips, and pretend.

That's when I felt a grip around my wrist, and my eyes fluttered open.
I was face to face with Nick.
He softly whispers, you don't have to pretend anymore.
The words hung in the air as I tried to make sense of it all.
He leaned in so his body was pressed against my body.
I didn't understand.
His face just got closer, and his breath just got heavier, but it all seemed to merely absorb into my skin.
And then there's the lips, which seem to meet perfectly with mine.
Now, it's clear.