Our love

finding the good in you

It's been one week. We've stayed in our cell, talking and playing card for hours. We only leave to get food and water, shower and etc.
I've never met anyone that could entertain me long enough to the point that being outside seemed pointless. When I talk to him it's like a big gulp of fresh and clean air. Even though he still hasn't smiled entirely, every time he even smirks my body feels filled with energy and light.

Even if we just nap in silence or sit and stare at nothing, I never want to leave.
I haven't told him what my family is. I don't want to; explaining how disgusting and dark my background is, it would only destroy the mental capacity of what he gives me.

I've been sleeping with no nightmares, eating properly. I've smiled more now than ever in my life. I don't want to ruin that, to loose his spirit would make this time pass by in lonely years.

We're playing cards and Emilio drops the ace. I kiss my teeth and roll my eyes as this is the third time in a row he's won.
He scoffs loudly and curves the end he's of his lips. "Still got shit to say?" He teases. I stare at him with playful irritation.

"Whatever" I grumble, throwing my cards down and looking through him.
We sit like this for a couple moments. His eyes glisten and rock while I stare into them and admire every aspect of green and brown that passes through.

He has a total of 15 birthmarks scattered across his face; I'd know because I've counted them every time he sleeps facing me.
I smile softly and roll my eyes over his figure once more before parting them. "I have to shower" I whisper, swallowing the lump of desire in my throat.

He groans lightly and lays his body back on the bed. "You smell amazing, don't leave" he grumbles. I smile softly and keep my distance with the very little patience I have with him left.

What I want to say is 'you could shower with me'. But I don't, don't. I breath of softly and rub my gaze over the length of his abs and chest peeking through his white shirt.
I stand up and gather the things I want to wear afterwards. I haven't washed my hair since I got here so I grab the conditioner they offer and take a step out of the cell.

"I'll be back in 30" I say. He lifts his head and shakes it. "I'll walk you" he says. I disagree and furrow my eyebrows, "Emilio we aren't children, let me walk myself" I defend.
He looks at me more closely, "your only 18. I'm not risking any stupid chance with you" he says softly. His comment is harmless but it pinches and stabs my heart.

I fight the urge to ask him how he knows how old I am. I look away and begin walking away.
He soon follows and catches up with me; his body towers over me and his eyes burn holes into me even if I'm not looking at him.

Everyone in this jail has come to hate me. When I walk around with an intimidating man who looks about 6'5 people seen to shy away and keep clear.

We reach the stairs and I stop as he's a little infront of me. I watch as his Adam's apple rolls down his throat in discomfort as his body haults as well. "Michelle" he says, holding an arm out for me.
I laugh gently and stiffen when his eyes look up at me.

"Your literally in front of me, just walk" I say. He shakes his head and smiles briefly. "Let's make a deal!" He smiles, grabbing the clothing out of my hands before I can speak.
"I take this from you. And you walk down first" he says. I shake my head and fold my arms over my chest.

"Your an idiot you know that" I say, shaking my head and walking in front of him.
"Just focus on your steps, you don't have the best balance" he teases.
I giggle loudly and holding the railings tightly.

I glance back at him and swallow the lump crawling through my veins as his eyes flicker in awe. I look away quickly and continue walking.

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As the water hits my body I gasp in affection. I dip my head under and shut my eyes in the warmth crawling over me.
I run my fingers through my roots and allow my ears to go numb. I fight the sound around me, I feel it dissolve. It feels real, so real I open my lids even with the water and tighten as the washroom is empty.

The only sound that pierced into me is the water beating against the floor next to me.
I pinch my eyes in a narrow and swallow the uncomfortable knot in my throat.

I look over the curtain and find every mirror foggy and lonely with no face available.
No guards stand outside with a boner, watching even anyone in here.
I travel my eyes around my surroundings and pause as a low breath runs just in the next shower.

They step out of their shower and take a stance in front of mine.
I wish I could say I don't want who I know this is; I even want to deny it and let him want it to much. Even though the shower curtain is blurry and opaque. His eyes, his eyes that seem to deep to miss; they stare into me and never let go.

I hold my breath and watch as his hand slowly pulls the curtain back. I feel his eyes drown all over me; they widen and dissolve into me and become hypnotized with the way I allow him.  I swallow softly and place my stare on his deep brown eyes.

"Why are you here" I whisper. My voice thins around the washroom and burns back into my ears.
He look down at me softly and steps in. "I'm done pretending I don't want to fuck you. I can't lay next to you anymore and restrict myself from even looking at you" he admits. My chest bats hardly against my throat and heats my ears.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave. But Michelle, tell me you do and I promise you won't regret it" he hums. His voice deepening inside of me and sending chills through my scalp.

My eyes run over his face slowly as I contemplate letting a human touch my skin; feel my body and do further in ways I know of. I've felt sex before, I've felt the rawness of another human slamming into me when I cried and fought for what felt my life.

No matter how hot or cold, long or short. The showers never washed the feeling away. It was imbedded into my skin and became a big part of me. It determined my trust in people, it made me paranoid. For years I couldn't leave my house with the wary thought of someone being able to do just that, again.

I swallow hard and find the purity in Emilios eyes. Every time I look at him no matter how stone or hard he tries to be, I always find good. I see through him like glass but I can't break into it as it's to strong. He's likes a wave of confusion but I still want to understand.

I step closer to him and feel the stiffness in his expression. As much as he wants to try, I can feel his body language and how nervous he really is.
His hand runs up the side of my body and stops at my jaw. His eyes follow every step and direction he makes and he slows down his pace as the excitement in his eyes seem to overwhelm the speed at which he desires.

I watch with ease. I listen to the beat of his breath and the pace of his heart. He looks back at me for approval as his fingers laces just under my breast.
I swallow the heaviness in my throat and nod with confidence. Somehow, I want more than anything in this world for him to touch me. No matter how, where, or when. I need him to touch me. I want to feel how he feels against me, I want to taste what he feels inside of me.

His fingers trail over my perky and hardened breasts. I inhale sharply and widen my eyes as the coolness in his touch slithers through my body and paints itself all over.
I stare at him widely and admire the beauty in the his face. I see every emotion that he lets of and feel the happiness that he hides so deeply.

"Your so beautiful" he whispers. His eyes snapping to mine as if those words were meant to stay in his mind.
I smile briefly and step closer. His body is arched over mine and our mouths are so close the warm breaths that we create batt and tangle between each other. I've never wanted to touch someone so bad in my life; even if we're this close I still feel to far from him. I'd only feel at ease as if I became him and lived in the skin that he so amazingly does.

"I'm going to kiss you" he whispers. I glare up at him and feel the discomfort in his body. He wants to restrict himself from something his mind swallows him with. I lift my hand to his that lays on my heart. As our fingers touch his eyes stare into mine, "do it then" I say. He sucks in a hard rush of air and searches back and forth through the millions of things in me.

I follow his lips as they become so close I then can't see them anymore.
He kisses me,