Oblivious

30 // Half as much

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(adj.) love-struck

-Elijah-

My eyes close, homicidal thoughts filtering through me.

Did he have to come home right now?

When I've finally given in? Just as I'm about to know what heaven feels like?

"I swear to god I'm gonna kill him." Elora laughs, her breathe hitting me because I haven't moved an inch despite the fact my brothers standing at the door.

So close. So fucking close. Our lips are still faintly connected, brushed against each other. Close but not enough.

Elora's eyes are closed, cheeks pink and I don't know if it's because she's embarrassed we've been caught or because we almost kissed, either way it has me sitting up.

Spinning around I glare at my brother, who's standing in my door way, looking a little shocked and a lot like he's going to burst out laughing.

It's no wonder he's shocked, I've never brought a girl home before.

"Get out." It's comes out like a grumble. He raises his hand in mock surrender but doesn't move. I lean over, grab a pillow despite the fact I'm still straddling Elora, who's now covering her face with her hands.

"Get out." I throw the pillow at him, watching as he catches it with a grin, but closes the door and leaves anyways.

It's silent. I don't know if I should move. I don't want to.

"Is he gone?" It's comes out like a squeak, I can't help but offer her an exasperated laugh. "Yeah, he's gone."

She peeks up at me through her fingers, I smile down at her. She doesn't say anything and I stare at her, wishing for a time machine. "You're blushing."

Her cheeks turn pinker, my smile deepens. "So are you."

My necks heats. Heart burns. I roll my eyes before moving off of her and laying at her side.

"Fanculo." (Fuck)

Rubbing the palm of my hands into my eyes I try and forget what just transpired. My insides are disorganised and messy, my minds running a mile a minute and my lung don't seem to work at all.

I'm scared.

So fucking scared that I've just fucked everything up. And for nothing. Because it's not as though I even got anything out of it. We didn't actually kiss. I don't know what she tastes like. I don't know what she feels like and now I may never get the chance.

Messed everything up all for a skim of the lips.

Removing my hands from my eyes I turn my head to face her. My breathing explodes and starts all at once.

Maybe I didn't mess up.

Elora's laying on her back, eyes closed, finger to her lips, smile on her face, cheeks pink.

She looks a little happy and not at all like the worlds just ended.

I can't help but laugh. She joins in. Then we're both laughing at nothing and everything and maybe it doesn't have to be a mistake. Maybe she wants this half as much as I do.