star wars [muke]

chapter twenty six

I KNOW WHEN YOU'RE AROUND CAUSE I KNOW THE SOUND OF YOUR HEART

    He is so beautiful and I am so fucking in love with him, Y'know? Like, I can't say it but I do love him with every part my body posses. It's hard to get the words out.

    It's like being stuck in a riptide, drowning in his words and love and all his promises, he is the love of my life and I know that, now.

    He is so doubtful of himself it hurts me, by hurting himself he's hurting me. I never want to see his jade green eyes dim by the fault of my actions, doubting my love. He's shown me his faults and cracks, and I love him.

    I love the freckles seasoned across his too-pale back and his beautiful green eyes that dance with color and life. I love his laugh and how his around the edges of his eyes the skin crinkles, the way he throws his head back when he laughs. I love his attitude and how he takes on the world, he sees it as such an opportunity. His lips and how they're so plump and so fucking pink. When he lays between my legs, sucking love bites onto my thighs, I love him. When he's sleeping and his lips are slightly parted and he looks like a small, innocent boy to kind and pure for this world, I love him. And I love when he cries as sadistic as that sounds, he lies in my arms and chokes sob after sob because he's having a shit day and I hold him till he stops.

    I, Luke Robert Hemmings, fucking love him

    He was a dick, a self absorbed dick stuck into toxic friendships and relationships and I love him, we've hated each other and now we're in love.

    Right now, he's lying in my arms, loosely watching an illegal, shitty quality of The Force Awakens off my laptop. His body tensing up with every little laser beam thrown or when Han Solo shows up a smile forms on his face. His smile, his smile is the best thing in the world. Like, it's better than Star Wars. And that's saying a lot.