I open my eyes and try to remember where I am and how I got here. I was about to get up when I felt something shift on top of me. It was Conan. His eyes were still shut, his breathing slow and soft. He was still asleep. I glance over at his clock, the time reading 9:30am. We were up pretty late last night...I'll just let him sleep.
He still has his arms wrapped around my torso, his legs intwined with mine. I carefully wrap my arms around him, making sure not to wake him. He was so perfect. I loved everything about him. And now he knew that. And he loved me too. Right? Or...
Just as I was finishing up my thoughts, I feel his body shift slightly, his eyes slowly opening. "Good morning" I say, smiling at him. I take a piece of hair and brush it behind his ear with my fingers. "Mmm" he hums, slowly waking up. "Morning"
He shuts his eyes again, burying his head into my neck. "Conan-" I laugh. He takes a deep breath, then wraps his arm over my shoulder, resting his hand on my neck. He traces his thumb along it as he sighs. "I don't wanna get up" he says. "Aw Cone-" I put both my arms around his torso, pulling him tighter to me. "It's so warm...I don't wanna get up into the cold"
He had a point. In New York, it was almost freezing at the time. I gently rubbed my fingers along his bicep. In doing so, I felt his breathing get more staggered. I felt his thumb resting against my neck. Suddenly he moved his lips along my neck, kissing me gently. He moved up to my cheek, then back to my neck again following to my shoulder. I could feel the blush hot on my face.
"Mmm, you smell amazing..." he whispers in my ear. I can't respond, unable to correct my breathing. I feel his lips carefully but hardly pushing against mine. He moves his arms from my neck down to my waist, then my upper thighs. In doing so he sends an electric shock through me. I cup his face with my hands, feeling his soft skin against them. He was so beautiful. I feel my legs wrapped around his, knotted together perfectly. We fit so nicely together...like puzzle pieces.
I pulls away only an inch, our noses almost touching. He lets out a rough breath. I feel the air from it against my lips, our faces so close together. I move my thumb along his cheek, looking to his lips, then to his eyes. Our eyes meet. He smiles, but looks sad. Like...he did something wrong. "Cone? Are you okay?" I question. "Yeah, I...look I'm sorry if I'm too much...I need to give you space, I know that. I'm sorry I haven't been giving you any space. Sorry-"
I bring him into a gentle kiss, cutting off his sentence. "You don't ever need to be sorry, okay? I love you. I do. Nothing is going to change that. I don't just like you, or want to kiss you then leave...I love you. I really, truly do" I look at him in the eyes, reinforcing my words. "I love you too. So much" he whispers. I pull him into me, bringing us closer together. He rests his head back on my chest, his arms around my neck.
