Something about her makes me feel a little more alive, and a far less lost. As if, when August's beautiful, pure soul came into my life, she cancelled out everything bad, because she is everything good.
I want to memorize every freckle on her face and count every goosebump I give her. Study the way my words make her feel and observe what causes her heart to skip an extra beat, so I can then learn how to do the same.
Until, August, I'd be the guy to take you to park dates, museums, a picnic under the stars, and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go without tasting me.
Like blood in your mouth.
I would then destroy you in the most beautiful way and when I left, you'd finally understand why storms are named after people.
But now, there could be a sky full of stars, and I'd be staring at her.
Her sun kissed hair, her dimples, her captivating and addicting smile. I want so badly to be fluent in her body language.
I lean the tiniest bit closer. Letting my lips rest comfortably against hers. Feeling her breath stagger as it coats my skin in a warm embrace, does so little as satisfy me.
"I can't kiss you." I breath out.
"Why not?"
"Despite the circumstances, I don't think I'd ever be able to stop." I confide. A giggle leaves her lips as she willingly rests her head in the crook of my neck.
"I like when you do that." She whispers just below my ear, tickling the sensitive skin. I don't respond, but instead wait for her to continue.
"Speak your mind. I never have to think about what's going on in there. You just say it." She states.
I rest my chin on the top of her head and hold her tightly. The last time I let go, she was hurt. Her delicate, soft heart damaged, my sweet, sweet girl.
"I won't stop then." I mumble, inhaling the vanilla scent that so as much lives in her hair.
A few silent minutes pass by as I continue holding her tight, dreading the second the rest of the group will arrive, and I will then have to let go. Again.
Her body pressed to mine feels indescribable, but with the way her breathing pattern shifts below my chest, I can tell she has something she needs to say.
"Yes, Doll?"
"How'd you know." She laughs lightly, slowly lifting her head from my shoulder. I shrug, refusing to talk. Scared that if I do, she might lose her train of thought, or not want to talk anymore.
So I sit, and I wait.
Ignoring the time slowly passing by on the dashboard, or the sound of each car making my head swivel, praying it's not Caden's truck.
Patience.
"I'm not very good at saying how I feel in the moment, in comparison to you anyways." She whispers, interlocking her hands behind my neck.
"So write them." I whisper back.
Her eyes glint softly and a smile pulls at her lips.
"Okay." She replies , her face with more hope, and her breathing pattern back to normal.
"That's my girl."
August climbs off my lap and reaches in the backseat for her bag, as she does, I try my best to hide my excitement but it's no use.
I love reading her delicate notes, but what I love even more is knowing they're only for me to read. A secret we keep between each other, and a secret that instead of holding resentment and disloyalty, holds pure hope and compassion.
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Luv Letters
Romansa"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own." 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
