Beyoncé
Thunder claps hard outside.
I love the rain, always have. I can never get enough of the coziness rain brings.
But this time I'm scared.
I've come to realize that I'm falling in love with Megan. But I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing. I lay with my eyes open towards the ceiling and let the lighting light the cell up.
Megan shakes a bit next to me and I glance towards her.
"You okay?"
"Mmm-mmm, ion like thunder."
I pause for a second.
"Come here." I say mindlessly.
It isn't until Megan gets out of bed that I've realized what's come out of my mouth. I move to sit and lean my back on the wall. Megan's breath isn't as shaky as it was moments before.
Feels like heaven to have her close.
"The rain ain't gone do nun to you." I take her hand and rub my thumb over it.
"Thanks, Beyoncé."
"Welcome." I say.
Then she looks at me like she meant something else, obviously.
"No, I mean for everything."
"Oh..." I arch my brow. "You're welcome for that too."
I give her hand a small squeeze.
Thunder claps again and without thinking I bring her close to my chest.
"Damn, yo tall ass scared?" I joke.
"Shut up, Beyoncé." She lightly slaps my leg.
I shush her off playfully and she smirks.
She feels perfect in my arms. Every few seconds I find myself squeezing her a bit tighter to make sure this is real. It definitely is. I rub my hand up and down her back as she relaxes against me. Eventually her snores become present and light.
Her weight on me is calming to my thoughts, which have finally stopped swarming around.
