3.1 | six ways to sunday ✓

way one ; sun and moon

He trails his fingertips down his lover's side, feeling the galaxies shimmer underneath hushed promises and delicate rings. Temptation tastes like the finest pressed wine, sour and sweet and sparkling.

"When did you fall in love with me?"

The sleeping body next to him stirs gently and sighs, breath startlingly cool against a backdrop of floral-stained skin. "It's late," he hears his lover murmur, voice the reincarnation of biblical promises and smooth silk. "Go back to bed."

He isn't satisfied. "You're not answering my question."

His lover smiles against his skin. "It's something that has no answer."

"What do you mean?"

Silence embeds itself like glossed pearls between their lips, rose petals falling into the space between their two entangled bodies. "How does the moon tell the sun she's in love with him without getting burned?"

Innocence lines its way up to his cupid bow, tracing the curved silhouette with unhurried movements. "I won't burn you."

"That's alright," his lover whispers, midnight hair feeling like sinful water. "I don't mind."