Catching Feelings

I started catching feelings.

There’s clothing strewn on my floor, painted with orange light peeking through the blinds, and it’s a picture I want to frame. The air is a drug of summer and sweat and heavy breathing those mornings. It settles in my skin, and I want to drink it because it doesn’t feel dirty. My sheets like the way his skin sticks to them.

He uses the window to brush messy hair with his fingers and grins when he sees me watching. The sound of denim sliding up his legs hurts my ears. But I smile, and he calls on the phone sometimes.

Nighttime is our time, but he’d have us sunbathe. I can’t count crooked teeth with daylight in my eyes. The small breath he takes before our lips meet tells a story, and it’s the scariest one I’ve ever heard. They say you’re the most comfortable right before you die.

I started catching feelings for the boy I bring home. So we never talk anymore. 

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You capture the frighten feeling of falling in love. Friends with benefits is so beautiful until someone latches on. I love the ending to this. N.