Stay

  "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little.
"I'm waiting until I'm sure I tell you, though." 

  "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. 

"We should find some paper,
so you can make a list or a chart or something."

  I feel his laughter against my side, 

his nose sliding along my jaw,

his lips pressing behind my ear. 

  "Maybe I'm already sure," he says,
"and I just don't want to frighten you."

  I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."

  "Fine," he says. "Then I love you."