Who am I kidding

He re-arranged my books stacked on my desk by color.

He showed up in the wee hours of morning.

I invited him, I did, I invited him after having another lackluster evening with The Dane, and only when he got here did I think I was a fool.

Who am I kidding? What am I doing?

He is still sleeping in my bed.

We still haven't consummated this thing. This not-a-thing.

I can't sleep with him now, now that I have decided I am falling for him after he said he didn't want to be in a serious relationship after I invited him over in the middle of the night just so I could breathe him in.