that rainy night.

the day.

       volleyballs smack across the room. it rolls next to me, the typical thing i'd do is throw it back right? no he was right there in my face smiling. the smell of his cologne almost made my heart stop.

 "are you ok? im so sorry!" thinking i got hit by the ball. his breath against my face and his arms pulling me in. this hug was different. it felt safe. i wanted my lips to touch his. and it may be mutual.

 the bell rings; without a doubt, i pack quick. music playing behind me, i notice the song. the song that played of the night it rained. 

the night that he made me his. the memories flood back, his fingers circling on every body part. it was as natural to him. my head drops in exhaustion. with the window open, the rain trickles down on his back, the feeling cooled him. the full moon shines into the room showing the sillouette of our bodies. disconnected from each other in satisfaction. instead of falling back, he grabs me and my face is placed in his chest. you can see the sun rising barely. the white sheets cover our bodies while we watch outside at the new day.