I watch as he kisses my right hip, his eyes closed and his face peaceful. He looked like and angel, fallen and come to me.
My dark fallen angel, I think, running my fingers through his black hair. He opened his eyes slowly, emerald burning like a thousand suns, it almost took my breath away. He rested his chin against my hip bone, starring up at me, his lips pulled up in a weak smile. We were both too hurt from life to care about anything but one another.
It was magical in a way; how two broken souls found one another and connected in a way beyond comprehension. I starred down at him, as I felt his hand run up against my left thigh.
His touch didn't scare me like the others; I didn't shiver away like I did any other man to touch my bare skin. He stopped at my left hip, holding it gently in his hand, returning back to kiss up my side, meeting my lips at the top. I kept my eyes closed as I enjoyed what would be one of the happiest moments in my life.
Everything was perfect; it was an early Saturday morning in June, the sun pouring in through the open window, a gentle breeze passing through. The sunlight brought warmth to our skin, and the breeze gave us a sence of belonging. In each others arms, nothing else seemed to matter, and the world would just fall away.
"Babe, you can open your eyes now." he whispered gently in my ear, kissing my neck once the words escaped his lips. I just imagined a life full of him and how amazing everything could be. I just didn't want to wake up to stupid reality, and have to leave this little warm heaven. Then again, as long as he was here, a prison would be heaven to me, even if I never saw sunlight for the rest of my life. I mumbled a response, as I felt his kissing move from my neck to my shoulder.
"Words would help," he said, and I knew he'd be smiling his million dollar smile. Why was I so lucky to fall for a beautiful boy? Better yet, why did this beautiful boy fall for a girl like me?
"Can I ask you something?" I asked, turning my head to the side, feeling his hot breath projected onto my face. I herd him chuckle, and kiss me on the lips, making me just a little more awake and alert. It was like a sudden sugar rush, but without having to eat or drink something.
"Anything," he said holding my face just a small space from his. It was hard enough being a teenager, with the whole raging hormones thing, but being this close and in love was like crack for an addict. It was so hard resisting, but we both agreed that we'd wait for that one special moment.
To me, it felt like right now.
"How about now?" I asked softly, kissing his lips passionately, trying to fight back the urge to smile.
He didn't object to the kiss, and followed along.
"Only if you're ready," he said, pausing from our kiss to look into my eyes. I felt tears in my eyes, but I knew it was irrational.
"I am scared, but I love you. I trust you," I said, trying to keep my breathing from becoming heavy and laboured. I felt my hands begin to shake, until his hand grabbed mine.
"I love you too, and I won't do anything you don't want me to." he said, trying to catch my eye. I was looking away from him, too afraid to be hurt again. I stopped thinking, and pulled him in for a kiss, automatically feeling better.
"Okay." I said, closing my eyes as the hot tears began to fall down my cheeks. I felt his cold hand wipe away my tears, kissing my cheekbone softly after each wipe.
"Babe, no rush," he whispered, pulling my chin up to meet his, kissing me softly.
"I know, I'm so sorry." I pulled him in closer, hugging him tightly against me. "I love you too."
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