Addicted

Addicted: Memories; Together

" I love you...." He whispered cuddling closer into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled, he was all mine and I loved him more than anything. I felt his breath on my neck and shivered, allowing the feeling rush through my body. My hairs pricked up as the shiver hit every pore on my body. I had always wondered why when you shivered your hairs would stick up and your skin would get little bumps trailing up and down your body. He smiled and kissed me, smiling into the kiss and rubbing a soothing hand across my cheek bone and down my neck before stopping and looking at me. I knew that him and I had to do things today but all I wanted to do was lay in bed all day and unpack tomorrow. As if reading my mind Braydon cuddled back up into my arms and sighed, closing his eyes and smiling. Was it his eyes that made me so in love? Or the way he said my name? I loved him more than anything and during the years that he was away I couldn't control anything anymore. 

- 4 years before - 

I looked out the window, it was raining and it had been hours since I woke up to an empty bed and for some reason it had left me empty. I felt stupid and scared for reasons unknown however, I knew that I didn't even know the boy and that I shoudn't have cared as much as I did but I couldn't shake the feeling of being in love with him. He was everything to me in those short hours that we had spent together and although it was insanely illegal I felt like it could have gone further without any consequences. I sighed and got up walking to the bathroom and undressing, stepping in the shower and letting the water drip down my body and wash away every memory of the young man that had shared the same bed with me last night. I grabbed the soap and washed my body good before stepping under the spray again. As the soap fell from my body I felt the need to be with Braydon. The feeling was too overwhelming and tears fell from my eyes. I didn't know this boy but I felt the need to be close to him again, but that would probably never happen. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, looking around in search for something to take my mind off of Braydon and those lips.... I smiled thinking about his tiny hand in mind and his curious mind wondering things about the human body. It amused me how much he wanted to know, touch and feel when we were together, he was so curious and it was arousing and also amusing. I felt like a pedophile for thinking this way but I couldn't help it. I was in no way attracted to younger boys on a day to day basis but Braydon just turned that around. I smiled remembering the small touches we shared. I hated that I would soon have to deal with the fact that he was gone and most likely never coming back. I cried softly into my hands; this sucked.