"will you sleep beside me?"
and she was shocked as ryker's hands folded in his lap, a soft nervous smile spreading across, pale pink, stretch lips and cheeks indenting. his little dimples were pulling in,
a new trait she found desirable.
but there was something inviting in his stance.
he wasn't intimidating,
the sound of his breathing was nothing short of mellifluous and the weary look on her face had subsided.
she'd felt a longing limerence as she watched the way his fingers had stretched,
his eyes staying down-casted and that inexplicably innocent smile that just wouldn't let up. she compared ryker to precipitation in her seemingly drought-filled world, his eyes filled with the fluidity and he left behind an emanating petrichor, there being no sign that there was once a gray cloud.
she needed that so with a hesitant smile,
she let herself rest in his comfort.
cloaking herself in ryker.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
