Memphis Summer (ON HOLD)

Glitter In The Air

                   "Have you ever wished for an endless night?Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?"

                                           Glitter In The Air - P!nk

{Memphis}

Words have power. The power to build somebody up, to tear them down, or leave them speechless. Delivery, context, flow, they meld together to form an appropriate reaction. Whatever your intention, words are beneficial in creating the perfect atmosphere.

For example, I wanted Ellis to understand and realize that he wasn't done with me. Not in the slightest. Our time together was just getting started. Would I force him against his will? No. But, I wasn't going to let him run from me. Not when I knew he was just afraid of getting hurt.

The moment the words I had said registered, Ellis stiffened beside me. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes met mine and flashed with indignation. Burning with the desire to tell me off. He had never looked as dazzling as he did in those few short seconds.

Then he opened his mouth and every thought I had flew from my mind. Ellis belonged near moonlit water. It amplified the blue in his eyes, caught the delicate rays of light from the moon and gave the impression of divinity.

"I don't believe you alone can make that decision, Memphis."

Oh, he was on the edge of anger and incredulity. It was a look that suited him well. Eyes aflame daring me to disagree. Lips sealed tight as if too keep himself from saying more. His chin jutted out in challenge. I wanted to wrap my hands around his head and pull him close.

But a kiss in this situation would be a vast mistake. One that would probably be taken in the wrong way and would take a lifetime to recover from.

"I never said it was only my decision." He started to say more, but I put my hand up asking him to wait for me to finish. Luckily enough he closed his mouth and waited. "I'm not so arrogant to believe that you're dying to sleep with me again. Trust me, I'm not. I am, however, fairly sure that you feel something for me. Maybe not when you're sober and angry with me."

"I'm not angry," he interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing out a breath. "And I don't have to be drunk."

The last part was murmured through barely moving lips like it killed him to admit.

"Are you saying we can have a normal conversation without being driven by alcohol," I asked with a little more humor than necessary.

"Oh shut up about that."

"I will when you admit that you're attracted to me."

The right side of his bottom lip got pulled between his teeth, annoyance radiated from his eyes. That ever present otherworldly radiance seeming to glow in the moonlight. I held my breath, part in awe of how beautiful he really was, and partly because I was afraid of what his response would be. There was the possibility that we would dance around the subject all night long. I wouldn't have been surprised if we did, to be honest. 

 "Say I am mildly attracted to you, what then?"

"Then I'll know that you didn't just use me for sex." It was a miracle I was able to keep a straight face while speaking. Ellis, on the other, let out a snort and pushed my shoulders. But he also smiled at me, which set loose all kinds of flutters inside of me. It was the very first sober smile he had given me. If nothing else, the night was worth that one smile.