A Flame From The Past

24: The Park

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His arm twitched, grabbing tightly around me. I fell back into his arms, turning and digging my head in his chest. He smelled of his famous soap and sweaty dancing in a club.

I had never seen him in the true light, it had always been so dark when he had taken his shirt off. But now I saw the ink displayed on his chest. Different tattoos lined his sculpted chest, covering large scars. Scars I had never seen before, but with the right light you could see the pain they caused.

I wondered if they were from football, I had watched him numerous times when I used to volunteer at the games, someone dove into him, smashing him down. I can imagine those hurt, and maybe they still did. Every time he took a hit, when I would continuously watch him while he played, it scared me. I wondered if he would ever get off the ground and let us know he was okay. I still have that fear today, except it's gratifying. In high school, I saw him every day. He was a constant person I looked forward to seeing, but now he was someone I spent almost every second of each day with. He was someone I, myself, was falling in love with. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I ever lost him.

I placed my arms on his chest, running my fingers down the sculpted lines that were so clear, his abs were so defined and he could make me drool then and there. I now shared his constant need for sweaty sex with him, he was insanely the hottest man I had ever met. He slowly began moving as I brought my hands back up, and smiled at his stirring self. I would tell him one day that I was entirely drooling over him.

"Cara", he brought his hand and brushed my free hairs back, tucking them behind my ear. He leaned down and kissed my head, which just made me blush and it was only seven in the morning. My head rested on his hand as he smiled, watching me, embarrassed myself with how red my cheeks were turning.

He brought his hand back down between us, as he began to seem puzzled, maybe how he had ended up here, he was very very drunk.

"You okay?" I asked him, as he looked like his head was beaming with pain.

"I think I drank too much, hey did I say anything... last night?" He asked, giving me an opportunity to fess up to what I had heard, and dreamt about all of last night. Ally was right, love was like a fairytale, it felt too good to be true.

I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want to hear what he would say after. What if he said it was all a mistake? That he was drunk, and they were just words.

I didn't want him to take away this moment from me, believing that he was falling in love with me, falling in love with what we had created. It was something that was more magical than I had imagined. I felt like I couldn't breathe, except if it was the air we shared together.

He looked as if he had known exactly the words he had said, like he was inquiring to confirm his memory. But I couldn't take any chances with this, I didn't want him to take it back. I didn't want to ruin this moment.

"You did say something...", I said, watching his eyes light up, and he looked very dazed by what I was about to say.

"Oh yeah? What was it?" He asked, flashing his blue eyes for me to stare into as long as I wanted too. But he wanted an answer and as he rubbed his against my skin, I knew he was getting anxious and he wanted to know.

"You sang and I quote 'My dick wants what it wants'", I watched his face slip into a state of uneasiness and then a proud and jolly laughter echoed from his mouth. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, what he wanted to hear.

"I like your tattoos", I said, running my fingers along his chest. He took ease with it as I traced a longer scar which was covered up by a tattoo and more. He breathed heavier as my fingers went and he took my finger off his chest and put it next to his face.