Fix Me | L.H

In his room..

We arrive to our houses and I'm stuck between speaking about what just happened or keeping my mouth shut and letting him drive me crazy. 

I oped for the later and sat still while he turned off the engine. My hands were still shaking and my heart was beating too fast.

I still felt dazed from the words that had come out of those rosy lips. "I want you."

It was more than he ever let me know about how he felt about me. And maybe it was just enough for me.

It was enough for my mind to think of endless possibilities.

"Do u want to come with me?" He whispers, so unsure of himself.

I want to reach for him, to tell him that I won't reject him. That he would never be alone.

But how could I ever leave him alone with that face? When he had those crystal green eyes?

I nod, trying to make eye contact and reassure him that it was fine.

He smiles widely, trying to hide it which only makes my own smile grow.

In a couple of seconds, he is at my door, opening it and then taking my hand to help me out.

The moment skin touched skin, I felt a pinch in my gut. Such a small act had my knees buckling.

He's still smiling and all I can do is stare at his eyes. Eyes that seem much more lighter with his bright smile.

The fresh air hits my face in pleasant gushes.

I don't know what to make of the situation. I don't want to overthink it and instead, i feel joy.

I don't know how long this joy will last but I'm Okay with this.

We start walking towards his house which makes my heart flutter.

"Don't touch anything." Is the first thing he says.

My eyes widen in response as I take note of his expression...playful.

I raise an eyebrow and just giggle, shaking my head.

When we are finally inside, I don't feel weird or out of place..quite the opposite really.

Its all familiar and I start to remember the day I was locked out of my house and came here, to find him shirtless.

Little water droplets had covered his bare skin, making him glow.

The thought brought another wave of warmth to my cheeks.

"C'mon." He says, taking my hand and guiding me up the stairs to his room.

The action makes my fingertips tingle.

Things like this make me wonder if he feels even a fraction of what I do. If he has ever felt even a wave of something when we touch or when I accidentally, not so subtly stare into his green eyes.

As I walk up the stairs, hand in hand with him, my heart pounds. I have a fear that he might hear it.

When we do go into his room, my breathe catches.

Ive been here before but this is the first time I actually take in every single detail. I take mental snapshots.

This room is all him.

It is neat. Neater than I would think for a guy.

An unexpected laugh escapes my lips.

He has let go of my hand and I momentarily regret laughing, that is until I see his smile grows.