I suppose it's worth a mention that we hung out on Sunday. We didn't do much, but I guess it was one of those "big deal" type of days. He hadn't slept in two days and we hadn't hung out alone and in solitude in almost three weeks. Because of said lack of sleep, I just went over to his house and we"hung out." Everyone knows what that means.
We were on his bed, kissing (which, by the way, he has much improved at). He was over me, and suddenly he stopped and buried his head in my neck. Then he whispered into my ear.

"I think I love you."

He looked me in the eyes and smiled, I smiled back and we kissed some more. Then I pulled away and looked at him and,

"Me too."

Later we took a nap because he hadn't slept in two days, like I mentioned. It was nice, one of those things I've always wanted to do. His arm encircling my waist and his face on my upper back, breathing softly into my skin. Before he fell asleep he told me that if I needed anything, he would be right there.

Yes.