Can’t Get Enough of You

**SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT**

She had always been a good girl. She was well-behaved, she didn't make trouble, and she always did what her parents told her to do.

But then one day, during her last year of high school, she met the boy of her dreams: Alexander. He was tall and handsome, with dark green eyes that seemed to see right through her. He knew how to talk to girls like they were grown up--he could make them feel like they were the most important thing on earth.

And he made her feel like that too! They started dating soon after they met and soon after that they were making out in secret everywhere they went: in class; at parties; even in bathrooms! Every time they got home from somewhere together, they would kiss--and kiss and kiss again until they couldn't even think about anything else but how much they loved each other. They spent every moment together and it was the happiest time of her life.

They would kiss for hours at a time until their lips were sore from all the kissing and sometimes even until their teeth hurt from biting down so hard on each other's lips when they got too excited about whatever subject was being discussed at the time (like whether or not flowers have feelings). She thought he was the most amazing thing since sliced bread. He opened her up to new ideas, like how carrots are actually quite tasty when you add them to sandwiches and how much fun it is to roll around on the ground with someone else's tongue in your mouth. She loved him so much--but how could she tell him?

She loved him so much, she thought she might burst. Every time they got home from somewhere together, they would kiss--and kiss and kiss again until they couldn't even think about anything else but how much they loved each other. She wanted to tell him so badly that her heart hurt every time he looked at her with those green eyes of his and smiled.

She wanted to tell him so badly that she could taste it, like a piece of licorice stuck in the back of her throat. Every time he looked at her with those green eyes of his and smiled, she felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach and stolen her breath away. She couldn't wait until they got home so he could kiss her again--and again and again until she couldn't even think about anything else but how much she loved him.

She wanted to tell him that she would do anything for him. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for everything she'd ever done wrong in her life. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her--how he was the only person who would ever understand what it was like to be so lonely that your heart ached from the pain of it.

He was the only boy she had ever loved, and he was all she wanted in the world. She wanted to tell him so badly that sometimes it hurt. She wanted him to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right. She wanted him to make her want him so bad that they were just two people who loved each other more than anything else and would do anything to keep it that way. She loved him so much that when she thought about kissing him, her heart felt like it would burst. She couldn't wait until they got home so he could kiss her again--and again and again until she couldn't even think about anything else but how much she loved him.

The only thing that could have made it better was if he had said those three little words. She wanted him to say them so badly that she thought she might burst. But he didn't say anything, and as the days went by, her heart grew heavier and heavier with disappointment until she couldn't even think about anything else but how much he loved her--and didn't love her enough to tell her so.

But then, one day after they had been together for a year, he told her that he loved her. It was the most romantic thing she had ever heard and she couldn't wait to tell him how much it meant to her, later that night.