He lays flat on the floor, his body long and sensual as he bathes in the moonlight.
If I touched him now, I'd certainly hold the glow of the stars in my hands. So I do.
I run my finger along his arm and he shivers. Smiles at me. Looks at me.
I'm seventeen again, here in the dark, with only the glow of the night sky to guide me.
I feel blind as I caress him, like I'm feeling him for the first time again. Blind and seventeen and he's oh so perfect.
He's pale and sexy and every rise as fall of his chest has my heart fluttering.
My fingers find his and he grasps my hand tight.
I can feel the moonlight against my skin now. Like water, drowning me.
Drowning in him.
His expression is warm, kind in a way he never truely is, and I know that, in the moment, I am the one thing he loves.
He tugs me down and I lay across his chest. He untangles our hands to wrap himself around me.
I hold him.
Story Notes:
Sometimes what I write has no meaning. This is not beta'd.
Chapter End Notes:
Thank you.
The End.