Starbucks Boy

He texted me last night. Asked me what my plans were for the night.
It was almost 10, and I was eating dinner with Lauren at her apartment.
I told him that I was at a friends. He told me he’d be up for awhile, if I wanted to come over.
I told him I’d be leaving in the next hour or so and would come over.
(didn’t want to be too desperately available, even though I did want to leave right then to see him)

I went to his apartment. We sat next to each other on the couch and talked while Sugarcult played in the background.

After an hour or so, he started to apologize.
He told me that he’d missed me, that he’d see me and want to just hold me again, that he thought about me a lot. Basically.
If only you’d heard all the beautiful things he said about me.

Three words into the apology (…maybe less), I curled up next to him, with my head on his chest, and pulled his arm around me.
“I like how you waited for me to apologize before you cuddled with me,” he said.

I kissed him goodbye on his doorstep as I was leaving this morning.
It was my favorite moment in my entire life, that kiss.