𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊

too good to be true

for him

She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his warm body next to hers, his arm around her waist as he possessively pulled her close, already half asleep. She was just lying there, sinking into the soft mattress beneath her, completely relaxing her limbs as she enjoyed his presence. Then she turned her head a little bit, let her eyes wander over his beautiful face, lazily lifted one hand to gently touch his soft, black hair.

She couldn't help but feel herself start to smile as she once again asked herself how she'd managed to end up sleeping next to such a beautiful, gorgeous human being. How she deserved to be the one he was lying next to.

Her eyes fluttered close as her hand came up to her own neck where she touched the hickeys and bite marks, still smiling like an idiot.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on top of her own. As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into his. That warm, deep, dark color of his eyes that she could just melt into, the expression within them, his hand gently touching hers, his other arm still around her waist, it felt so good. 

Too good.

Yes, that whole situation was too good to be true.

But it was true.

Wasn't it?

All of a sudden, she started shivering uncontrollably, all the warmth she had just felt gone within a split second. Her eyes fluttered shut once again, she wasn't feeling so well, her belly was hurting and she almost didn't notice how the arm around her waist disappeared.

When she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

Her phone was lying beside her on the bed, the way too bright display telling her that it was 3 a.m. She blinked, once, twice, not able to process what had just happened.

She looked beside her, but the other half of her bed was empty. Her window was open and cold night air made her shiver. She wrapped herself in her blankets tighter. Then, her hand flew up towards her neck and she touched the cold skin. A horrible thought ran through her mind as she sat up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

White, clean skin. Not a single spot that could be compared to a hickey or a bite mark. As she stared at her own reflection, she noticed that a tear was rolling down her cheek.

She let herself fall back onto the cold pillow and damned the invisible wall between them.