And it comes to you several minutes after you push open the bedroom door and turn the knob for the lights. You realize what he's been trying to say to you without saying it out loud. And you reacted. Badly. Awfully.
I miss you's meant something more to him than you initially thought. You couldn't figure out why his kisses tasted so sweet: emotionally and physically. Still, you don't know why.
And then your eyes widen in surprise when you finally understand that last night's romp in his bed was more than just play. You even felt it then, but didn't think about it until now. You feel tingly all over. Stupid. Maybe happy. He wasn't making out with you - he was making love to you.
You thought you could see it in his eyes, and a part of you didn't want to believe it because it's all too soon - but now it might be real. He said it was real. You don't feel the same.
But now, you realize that you knew, and perhaps you always knew.