Our love

Having you feels so good it hurts

He watches me closely while I eat. We're sitting beside each other and even thought his head is faced forward, I still catch every time he pretends to look around or see something.
We're outside and sitting against a fence. I have a halfway done granola bar in my hand while he's been sitting and indulging in anything I say, breath, or do.

"Have a bite, it's really good" I say, turning to him and smiling as he turns quickly and pretends unaware. He scrolls his eyes over me even though the sunlight is piercing in him, "Emilio you shouldn't stare so hard, the sun can really damage your sight. Considering the fact that you clearly need it much, stop staring" I tease. Holding the food to his mouth.

"Funny" he says. Taking a bite and scooting closer. I lean my head on his shoulder and exhale a sigh of relief. "What's wrong" he asks, positioning me again and tucking me inside himself as his arms runs over my shoulder. I shake my head and lay my hand on his chest, "nothing. You just make me feel so numb" I say. Melting when he laces his finger against my chin and presses his lips to mine carelessly.

"What if someone sees" I mumble. He wraps his hand around my throat and brings my face in his closer, "I don't care" he hums. Every time he says things like this or other unbothered comments, I always get so excited.

His fingers leave my throat and find my waist in a fast second. His eyes are hungry and his movements can't make up what they want. I giggle softly and pull away with a gentle fight. He rests his head back and stares up with a defeated groan, "god it's hard to be near you without having my hands all over you" he groans.

I shake my head and rest it back on his chest. "Why don't you go play cards or a game of basketball. From what I've observed you've got no real enemies" I say. A smirk settling on his face with my suggestion.

"Are you trying to get rid of me Michelle?" He teases, dropping his eyes down and looking at me regretfully. I shake my head and fold my bottom lip between my teeth.
His eyes drop to them and his jaw ticks and locks. "Don't do that" he says. His eyes filled with fire and temptation.

I smile as he pulls my lip from my mouth and tense when the ground shakes towards us. I wait for Emilio to look before me and freeze when a large man stands over us with a pitiful smile.

"You didn't tell me you got back" he barks. A sheepish smile rolling over his lips. Emilio lays out his hand and shakes the man's. I sit and watch, awkward and silent as ever.

"Who's this?" The man questions, winking when we lock eyes. Emilio tightens his grip around me and pulls my body flush against his, "Michelle, don't touch her" he informs and demands.

I smile briefly and lay my hand out. The man furrows his eyebrows and spreads both hands out, "no hug?" He teases. Emilio laughs under his breath and grabs at his jaw, "don't test me Miles" he growls.
I smile softly and place a kiss on Emilios cheek before shaking the man's hand.

He exhales a breath of laughter and drops himself to our level. "Never seen him even let a human touch him. Must be something real nice huh!?" Miles says. Eyeing me roughly.

My eyes jump over Miles messy blonde hair and fall on a woman who approaches us with joy for Emilio but disgust for me. Once she reaches us her eyes travel my figure slowly and land onto Emilio, "who's she?" She barks.

I watch the discomfort in Miles eyes grow with laughter when Emilio comes just as confused.
"I'm just playin, it's nice to meet to Michelle!" she smiles. I furrow my eyebrows faintly and reach up to shake her head.

"I'm Delilah, probably the only woman in here who doesn't wanna kill you but that's all alright!" She smiles. Making the comment really seem funny or certain.

"How do you guys know each other?" I ask. Shooting my gaze to Emilio when his fingers latch onto me with reaction of no thought. I run my hand up his chest and fill my eyes with concern.

"I'm okay" he reassures. Gently taking my hand with his and kissing it. "The first time I came here they both ended up being in the same block as me" he says. Staring at them both with comfort.

I lean myself into Emilio and inhale a fresh breath of air.
"Before I leave, the prison does an annual 5 year club night. It's tomorrow so get ready to party like you've never before" Delilah screams. Vanishing when my eyes open in shock.

I swap my eyes to Miles and find the hunger displayed over his expression. "Miles fuck off, your scaring the poor girl" Emilio says playfully. Pulling me close and draping his arms around me in protection.

Miles stands to his feet and shakes his head with an empty laugh. "Fine, I will. In fact I'm gonna find someone right now who's not claimed by an anger issues asshole. But Emilio, don't let her to far off your leash. I bite" Miles challenges. The teasing aroma clearly singing in his eyes.

Emilio rolls his eyes and sways his hand in indication for him to be shood.
When he's finally gone I look up at Emilio and find his calm pupils staring down at me. "What are you thinking" I whisper. Dipping my eyes to his lips.

"I like being alone. Most people drain me and only very few energize me; I've always been that way" he says. Informing me directly as his eyes speak so loudly with his words.

"You energize me Michelle, I like being alone with you because it feels like I'm still being myself" he says lowly. whispering it into my ear just so I hear. I smile softly and kiss his chin. "I'm happy you feel that way" I whisper. Cupping his cheek and rubbing my thumb against his chin.

"About this party" I say. My eyes big and bright. The corners of his lips curve and his eyes degrade in disappointment. "You may think it's the best thing ever but trust me it isn't. It's just drugs and drinking, sex and more sex" he says.

"Why do you know so much, how long in total have you been here?" I ask. Finding the hidden wall slowly building itself back up from me.
"I'm serving 1 year here right now" he says. Leaving me with just a simple and blank explanation like that.

"Can I kiss you" he mumbles into my neck. I fill with confusion as he stops my words with that comment but fold as I somehow can't deny a kiss from him. It's not normal, it feels better than any other thing. Being as close as you are when kissing him, it almost makes me feel so good it hurts.

I curve my head into his and push my lips on his. He groans gently and runs his hand behind my head. We begin making out and wrapping our touch around each other till our lips become sore and numb.

I feel his hands run everywhere in excitement and never fail to press or grab anything in boredom or loss of interest. He makes me feel so important, so wanted. His hands feel as if they could touch me for ever and never get tired. The way he looks at me makes me believe that I'm a picture that only gets more interesting the longer you stare at it. I hate how good it feels because loosing something this good could make me hurt and ache more than ever, but never having this and regretting it could make me live in guilt and unhappiness.