It's not the first time. Most likely, the fifth or sixth. It becomes hard to keep track. As with most people, she just wanted to belong. To be loved. She'd never been in love, but she was sure that she wanted to be. They had fought over this many times. She just wanted to be with him. Why couldn't he see that? Tripping over herself in every way, she followed him blindly. The control, unknowingly taken, was completely within his grasp. It had never been this way before for her. Never before had anyone had such control over her, as he did now. And, she knew he was special because of it. But, of course, when it came down to being more than just friends, the situation became complicated. It could never work out. And she swore that night, she would stay away from him from now on. She would sleep on the couch.
Did she ask herself why, then, it was so difficult to slide her arm from underneath him to leave his bed in the morning?
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