A quick note:
Sorry I've not posted anything for a while. This may be a little short bc I'm a little stuck lately, so I'll make this one short and sweet.
{Wade's POV}
I come home to an empty place. (Y/N) had probably ran when I had gone. I shrug off my jacket and place it on the jacket hanger next to the door.
Thoughts of her in that bed, hurt and asleep makes me smile softly. But it's ruined by why comes next after those great thoughts.
And the first time I kissed her lips
All the dust in my head settled.
The light from her window next to her bed hit her pupils just the right way.
I felt charged.
No.
Replaced.
A better version of myself.
An updated body with a purpose for everything.
The second time I kissed her my hands shook with electricity.
Or was it because I was nervous?
Because we were sitting in her living room with her parents only separated by a thin wall.
The third time I kissed her
The tension oozed between us as we explored each other all over again,
Not afraid of being caught,
But afraid of being bored.
Afraid that if we kept seeing each other in the same light of that window beside her bed that her pupils would start looking a lot more dull then indulgent.
The forth time I kissed her was in her car.
We were on our way to a double date and right while she parked the car I looked at her in the drivers seat. Cigarette in hand,
Dreams in her back pocket,
And love on her sleeve.
She looked like everyone else.
She wasn't my starlit moon or my heart shaped constellation anymore.
She was Wednesday morning coffee
And an old childhood book.
A thing that used to refresh me has left a dry taste in my mouth that no longer crave.
And the fifth time that I kisses her,
I said goodbye.
I spot a small plastic picture, crumpled in the floor a few feet away from the front door. I pick it up, smoothing it out. There's me, (Y/N), and one of her old friends. I smile faintly t the three kids in the picture. Honestly, I would screw (Y/N) more now, then I would've then.
