Something in her ached for the man who lived in this room. She wanted... she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She wanted him. All of him. She wanted to sit and talk about every book he’d ever read, to build castles in the sky of what their future could look like. To wrap him in her arms, and be wrapped in his. To fall asleep to the sound of his breathing beside her, his warmth enveloping her. To kiss him and not worry what comes next, but to embrace it freely.                  