I love and hate this. I love it because its perfect. I hate it because I’m not sure this exists.
He made her melt. Within the way he looked at her. The slight quirk of the way he smiled. The way his eyes glinted when he spoke of things he was passionate about.
By the time they made it to the bedroom, she buckled at what an attentive lover he was. How he seemingly celebrated every inch of her skin, spoke his name into her pores and kissed her like the world was ending. When fuck found it’s sinful way into the mix, he could be anything, anyone .. the most romantic lover or the forbidden Sir from school. He kept her guessing.
But more than that, she knew the day after she wouldn’t feel empty. That the ensuing day would be full of old video games, munchies, good movies, adventures, whatever sprung to mind or suggested itself within the spontaneous.
She didn’t believe in love, but there was a feeling interlacing each heartbeat that perhaps .. perhaps .. this was real.