She was mindless in the mornings, rolling out of white sheets, slipping on sneakers while tucking hair behind ears. The girl always left with a smile and a kiss to his cheek, the boy staring up at her with nothing but the blankets to keep him in bed. And he would toss and turn once she was gone, everything warm and soft and so very subtle in change. He did the same to her. But he was intoxicated in the mornings, rolling out of purple sheets with kisses and chuckles to her skin that earned soft mews and protests of more sleep. The boy always wanted the most of her, he could never get enough; pale skin, emerald eyes and all the sweetness in his lemonade.
She held the gentleness of a doe and he treated her so, caressing her close to his heart with smooth touches and built arms. They found she molded perfectly into his chest. Her nose would prod his in a request for a kiss that he would give without question. And she could easily leave his house in the mornings, but leaving hers seemed impossible.
"I have to go." He would mumble into her hair with sleepy eyes and she'd answer with "mhm", her lips against his chest. "My dad wants me at work." He informed only for her to settle deeper into his hold. And the boy would sigh and allow her to lay there a few moments more before repeating his earlier statement. When he rolled on his back, she would climb on top of him to prevent any movement. Taking his face between her tiny hands, they both smiled, examining the others features with thumbs dancing over moles.
"You're so beautiful." He would tell her, a rosy glow (one that matched the way he brushed hair from her face) fell over her cheeks. The girl found a chuckle, burrowing her head in his neck. She could hear his heart beating from there, placing a kiss or two against his skin as an encouragement to stay. His fingers mapped out the freckles on her bare back, doing little skips and jumps over the clasp of her bra as he rubbed back and forth.
"I really have to go." A kiss to her forehead, a glance at the clock, a muttered apology along with three words she always loved to hear fall from his lips. She watched with a pout as he left her in the purple sheets, shimmying on his jeans, throwing on his shirt from the previous night. He looked at her with the brightest smile, leaning down to kiss her grumpy face away and leave her to dreamland.
And the boy always promised to see her the following day, if not in the purple sheets, in the white ones. "I love you too." Lydia called as Stiles closed her bedroom door with a half grinning smirk.
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Authors note:
Okay I really like this one and am super proud of it.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
