This is dedicated to everyone who wants to tackle hug their boyfriends when they do something super sweet and don't even freaking realize it!
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more”
― Rumi
God, Rumi rocks! Iza really love him! Enjoy!
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I groaned and sat up in my bed.
What the hell?
It felt like hammers were being banged against my head by Flinstones and his minions.
Did he have minions? I don’t remember.
Oh God.
I remembered…um…what did I remember?
Going to the party with Jeff and Sara, the camera, Nathan snapping pictures of me, fighting with Nathan.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.
Why is he all I remember?
I squeezed my eyes shut.
What else? It feels like I’m forgetting something important.
Darkness..and pain.
What?
Knife!
“Oh my God,” I whispered. Nathan had gotten stabbed last night. I shut my eyes again..what else?
Goddammit.
I plucked my phone out of the purse lying on the floor and dialled Sara.
Her voicemail answered.
“You suck,” I said “What happened last night? I don’t remember much...just Nathan getting hurt…and something.”
I sighed. I have a feeling something happened yesterday that I really need to remember. Something about the wound on his back. Who did it?
Oh my God, did I stab him in my drunken stupor?
Wait. That sounds pretty cool.
“Just…call me back whenever you’re um done with whatever you’re doing.” I said into the phone and kept it down, with a smirk.
I stared at my phone while nibbling on my thumb nail.
Nathan’s number stood out to me, tempting me to call him.
I gave in and pressed the call button.
It rang. And rang…
And went into voicemail.
Talk about anti-climax. I heard his perfect voice speak into the phone, telling me to leave a message after the beep.
It beeped.
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