All Because Of Him

eighty four.

   And I just wanna hold you all night long. Whenever I'm around you, nothing's wrong. I'm hoping that you'll always be around. You got me on a high, I don't wanna come down, and I love it, I love it (these butterflies)

❀

This entire day has sent my emotions all over the place, but as my head rests against his chest, ears listening to the beating of his heart, I feel content for the first time today.

A shiver runs down my spine from his intoxicating scent, a mere threat to my sanity. His touch almost putting me over the edge, my own emotions on the verge of making an appearance because his embrace was exactly what I've been needing.

I nod my head, the tip of my nose hitting his chest and I push myself off of him feeling relatively overwhelmed by how quick he's able to make me feel everything I'm trying to forget. I wish I could tell him- talk to him- or anybody about what happened but I haven't been able to find the words.

I abruptly end the brutal battle of my overthinking and crawl into his bed, pressing my back flat against his mattress and he joins me, choosing to lie in between my legs, his head resting on my stomach.

My legs are prompted up on either side of him, bending my knees so they're pointed towards the ceiling, his arms wrapped against hips and a fluttery, fiery feeling bursts it's way through my chest.

I look down at him, his head slowly moving up and down from the rise and fall of my chest, his eyes are closed, every perfect feature on his face relaxed and for some reason I find myself reaching my hand out for my fingers to rake through his hair. They graze his scalp, combing through his silky soft strands and an appreciative hum travels up his throat.

He breaks the silence a few minutes later, "I wanted to apologize for last night."

My fingers stop their movements and he repositions his body, his elbows on the sides of my hips holding him up so that he's able to look at me directly.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He says, his voice sounding ashamed, and the way he frowns makes my heart bleed.

"You didn't." I rush out, needing him to hear it and his conflicted eyes study my own, his head then dropping against my stomach with a groan as he hides his face from me, not believing a word I'm saying.

I use my hands to hold his face, pulling it upward so he's able to look at me.

"Mason, how many times am I going to have to tell you that you don't scare me for it to get through to your thick ass skull." He looks away from me, a small faint smirk appearing on his lips, "I was just worried about you. I've never been in that kind of situation before so I didn't know how to handle it. I had know idea what I was doing so I just-"

"Kissed me." He interrupts, his gaze turning back to me and I nervously bite my lip, becoming aware that that might not have been the best thing to do at that moment.

Silence looms over us, the look in his eyes igniting a fire in me from the sheer force of his stare and I decide to speak up.

"How often does that happen?"

"Often enough."

Something burns in my chest as I look at him with an expression on his face I can't read. I wish I could ease the vulnerability that flashed in his eyes right before he looked away from me. I'm still learning when it comes to him, I don't want to seem insensitive or impatient because I would give just about anything to take his blistering pain away.