Come down for a drink or two
And sit beside the window's view
Make room for the looks we'll share
As I focus on you
And you comb through your hair
I know that I'm not your choice
But the boy I was wasn't who you loved
And so I'm gonna sit outside
And think of you
Is that alright?
I stared at the awfully familiar ceiling, taking in the scent of the soothing smell of the blankets.
I looked up as the door opened, in walked a shirtless Off and his wet hair hung all over his face until he finally pushed the stringy wet hair out of his porcelain eyes. He threw on a shirt before drying his hair, pushing it back, putting product in it.
I felt my heart begin to hurt as if it was bruised.
I don't understand why I forgave him.
He doesn't love me no matter how much I wish he did.
Off's eyes met mine as he came and sat beside me.
Neither of us spoke as we just sat in silence, staring into each other's eyes.
I watched a few pieces of his black damp hair fall in front of his eyes.
"Do you love me?" I asked quietly, not looking away.
He didn't answer, instead he leaned in, pressing his soft lips against my own.
His hand found it's way to the back of my neck as we deepened the kiss.
I pulled away since the kiss was hurting me.
My body was in pain from how easily I fell for him again. He will just cheat again. I felt tears prick my eyes as I began to cry, hot tears streaming down my face,"You don't love me."
Off still didn't say a word as he wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me close as I cried into his shirt. His body heat was comforting, along with his cologne rose like smell.
He usually was constantly happy and loves talking but this was completely different since the boy I love didn't speak nor did he smile, all he did was comfort me.
"I love you." He mumbled weakly into my ear,"I love you more than you think."
