Wilder

4.

His breath was fiery hot on the skin of my neck, and chills went down my spine when the air we were breathing mixed. Wilder's eyes looked hazy, and my hands on his jacket froze. His glance was focused but filled with mist.

As if he was intoxicated with my eyes. I got tangled in the magic of his look, and my heart took one hard fall before it just started beating normally again.

He was the one to move, and I just stood there frozen as he reached up and his irises shone like falling stars for the moment before he kissed me. And then my body started moving on its own, as if I was always waiting for this moment, planning how to grab it with all my might.

Who knows, it might've been my wish.

I caught the back of his head as I leaned in further and deepened the kiss, feeling the taste of alcohol and nicotine.

His hands played with my hair in a manner I found extremely exciting, and I opened my eyes as I searched for his neck. The defined collarbone and slender neck I always found intriguing were under my touch, and for the first time since I met Wilder, I felt like he was actually within my reach.

For some reason, it felt like receiving heaven after all you've been promised is hell. Mesmerizing and completely out of my reach.

He let out a heavy breath as I traced a vein with my lips, and my hand found its way up his shirt, the beat of his heart having me mesmerized in the moment.

Fast and fragile, like a bird's, and when I finally leaned out and took a gulp of air that smelled like vodka and sadness, his eyes were entranced with mine.

"Caspian", it looked like he was about to cry, but when I blinked, the illusion was gone, Wilder's stable glance back, "Your eyes. They shine...so bright"

My lips were numb from shock when he kissed me again, before blanking out from all the alcohol.