Letting Yourself Fall
Louis: You were hesitant, of course. But so was he, so it was mutual, the agreement to let go and just love. “I know you’re scared,” his words on murmured and unsure but his fingers are in your hair and his chest is warm, “and I am too, but maybe we just have to let it happen ya know. Because I love you, I do. And I want you to feel the same, and not be afraid of me.” he chides, the sentences cooed and sweet in your ears. And so hell, there’s no saying no because he’s warm and everything is hazy when you’re with him, warm and sweet and slow, and it’s really really nice.
