Wilder

13.

"I don't want to go to that apartment", Wilder suddenly demanded, his voice cold but his words shockingly human. I gave him a confused look, his eyes soft under my glance.

"Not tonight", he took my hand, "Please, Cas"

I frowned but took him to my place, relaxing when I noticed my brother wasn't home and that he wouldn't butt in. The skinny boy tripped in my doorway, his hair falling to his face in perfect strands, and I hung one of his hands around my neck to support him.

His skin was hot and chilled at the same time as I took his jacket off.

"Come on", he whispered into my mouth, his breath tickling my lips, and swallowed as he dragged me to the bed. A kiss sobered me up enough to realize he was so drunk it would be considered taking advantage if I did anything.

Wilder's face looked pale and lonely when I moved away and took off his shoes, before pulling me in once again.

Resisting what you want most is an act of suicide.

His hands sneaked up under my shirt and raked up my chest, his nails tracing but not scratching. Before I even had the chance to react, the thin fabric was on the floor, leaving me breathless and painfully vulnerable.

Wilder's hot breath on my chest caught me off guard, and I'll admit it took me way too much hesitation not to give in. I gave him one last, deep kiss, whispering, "Sleep", into his ear as I sucked on his earlobe. He snuggled against my skin when I covered us up with a blanket, curling up and looking adorable.

To fall asleep with the spell of a sweet kiss still fresh on my lips and the beat of a heart against my own, was one of the best things I ever did for myself.