The Silhouette [ 18+ ]

20. Boyfriend.

- Vincent's pov -

The light beamed through my window, feeling the warm sun on my bare back. Feeling his hand intertwined in mine. And his body in my arms.

His small hand tattoos, and the little scar on his one knuckle from him punching a wall to hard and cracking it. Dumbass.
I smiled, tracing the veins on his hands. Being gentle with my touch so I didn't wake him.

His darker brown hair now had the cutest sun highlights. He used to get them every summer when we were growing up. And freckles, he always had freckles. But they show more in the spring and summer. With the way the sun landed on him, he looked like a ray of sunshine in my storm. My everlasting storm I can't escape, but with him. I feel like I can escape anything.

I tucked a peice of his hair back behind his ear, feeling his warmth.

I loved everything about him. His urge to protect me when I get a slight paper cut of bruise. I walked in on him once when we were kids, screaming a stack of papers I organized for my dad because of the paper cut. We were like 7 or 8.

"I KNOW YOU CUT HIM YOU NAUGHTY STACK OF PAPER, IF YOU ACTUALLY EXISTED I WOULD BE BEATING YOU UP RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"Auggie? What are you doing yelling at paper. What did the thing do to you?"

"It hurt you. No one hurts you, it's not allowed on my watch!" He gave me a stern look and then one back at the stack of paper.

"You're crazy and loud Auggie." I laughed walking over to him to show him the bandaid my mama had given to me. It has cool smiley faces on it.

"See! It's all better now, I promise you don't have to yell at the poor paper now!" He had given me that same death stare look down at the bandaid and back to me. Taking my hand in his holding it up and inspecting it, he then got on one knee and kissed the bandaid. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. We sat on the floor laughing for what felt like hours.

"Nobody hurts you Vincent, and if anyone does. Send them my way. Nobody touches my boyfriend."

I'm his, boyfriend?

Of course then, we didn't know any better. But he kept his statement true from that day on. Anytime I got into fights and couldn't take it anymore, he stepped in and finished them off for me. Makes me sounds weak, but I don't do it as often now. Unless I'm just messing around with one of my friends.

And for the boyfriend thing, that aged well.
Or as mama says.
"Aged like fine wine."

He repositioned his head further onto my chest. Feeling his curls brush against me as he moved, rubbing his back and giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head, taking in his scent. I love his scent, I could replace oxygen with his scent if I had the choice. It's a soft scent unless he borrows my colonge, then he just smells like me.

"You will forever be my always."

We planned to get matching tattoos but someone chickened out last minute. So I got it on my collar bone.