Us from A to Z

B

Breathless
(adjective)
1.
Short of breath of appearing this way because of excitement or other strong feelings.

I remember feeling so winded. I was exonerated and exhausted all at once. I would sit in my posh, pink room, on my crinkled, violet Target bed spread, breathing in and out. My eyes would flutter closed in pure bliss. I would relive every moment we had had. I saw every detail when my sticky eyelids shut. The laughter that shook me as I sat between his ripped pant legs, his guitar resting against my chest, holding me closer to him. The way his chest felt warm against my back on those frosted fall evenings. My heartbeat trying to keep pace with his. His chiseled chin nuzzling in my neck to give me warm pecks when I began to drift off. But I remember laughing because his stubble tickled my tender skin until goosebumps would surface. The way he looked from above. Like something I could never describe. I would look up at him, smiling, admiring the way his pearled teeth held his dull lip ring. The way he would carefully tug at it, his plump lips following the direction of the ring. But when he would catch me looking up at him, those pink lips would slip into a smile, addressing my own.
I would forget to breathe as I got lost in the memories of that evening. And so I would wait until the next evening that I could feel the very same way. He made me breathless. And when I was away, I would have to remind myself of the motion; in and out. It wasn't something I could find from my friends or my family. It wasn't something that came from material. It was just happiness. I liked being in his vicinity.  I liked the shortage of breath. I liked the breathlessness because it was a reminder that I was alive. And I liked that he made me feel alive.

(Hey guys! I haven't wrote in so long, but I decided to give it a go again. This is a Luke Hemmings fan fiction, and I know I'm doing a lot of intro, but it will start to get into the story next update.  I hope you guys enjoy it! (: -Nessa)