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▬▬▬▬ 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 from the partially open window clear doors, allowing morning breeze off shore to enter. Dawn was nearing, hues of faint blue-ish gray igniting the skyline above the ocean as the sun had yet to make its presence known. While sleep had taken over Charisma the second her leg strung over Guzman's waist, her arm over his lower abdomen, and her head nestled in the crook of his armpit, Guzman found himself in the same position of cradling her to his body.
A wave of emotions had doused him, his alcoholic intoxication washing away the second his lips found Charisma's, enticing a newfound buzz in the taste of her mouth, skin, and touch of nude on nude. Guzman's body still radiated warmth, the beat of his heart pounding harshly against its cage. It was as if she tainted his skin, her mouth and nails not only leaving visible marks upon his flesh, but his body still being able to feel the sensations she left in her trek.
His body begged to give into the will of rest, however, Guzman was an observer...a savor... and he had yet to want - let - the night come to an end. Guzman was basking in the tranquility of the night, how his body matched Charisma's aura, and for once his body and mind equally felt content and at rest. The inner workings of his mind had come to a standstill whenever he was beside her. Not once had his family issues crossed through his mind... his struggle within a few classes... the drama at school...Guzman was absolutely at peace.
With Charisma, Guzman could just breathe and just be.
It was soothing silence, the way he didn't feel as if whispers carried his name... how he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder or feel as if he were walking on a tightrope with lingering eyes waiting for him to fall without open arms to catch him (though the only arms that were present were Lu and Charisma...Charisma being the only one's he truly wanted). It was the way the contours of his body perfectly fit the spaces of Chari's...how his own breaths and heart beat fell in sync with hers. When they were one, it felt as if they were in his own personal bubble, radiating an invisible tether that couldn't be popped.
Guzman's fingers grazed Charisma's shoulder, the tips of his fingers soothing in circles, observing the moment from the faint sound of ocean waves meeting the sandy shore, the temperature in the room to her frame perfectly tucked to him. He watched how her chest lifted in union with every breath he took, how her dainty fingers would occasionally twitch along the side of his stomach whenever her grip would loosen until her subconscious reminded her he was there and she needed to hold on.
There was no way he would be able to slip from the place beside her without stirring her awake. Charisma was a koala, appearing so pure like a child clinging to a stuffed animal to maintain easement throughout the night. Like him, her features were relaxed, the contours of her face relaxed, shoulders no longer tense as she laid upon him. Charisma was molded to Guzman and it was going to pain him to sneakily slide himself away from her.
