it hurt.
I didn't expect it to burn the second time but it did.
I coughed, hard and it wouldn't stop.
You were so fucked up all you could do was laugh. The sunlight highlighted your smiling face as I looked at you through messy hair and tears. Then I passed it to you thinking you would do the same. You stared at me as you did it a smirk on your face. holding it in and then blowing it into my face. I laughed and smacked your arm, how could you. we did this for what felt like an hour. I undressed you with my eyes and it seemed like you did the same to me. But we were in the middle of the woods, what were we to do out here? Then you broke our string, the one that had tied our eyes together. Ruffling through your bag, you threw something at me. I caught it. It took me by surprise. I called you a dick. You laughed. I looked down to the cold can that rested in my palm. You crisply cracked yours open in the quiet of the wood it echoed. I watched you as it flowed down your throat, dripping down the sides of your parted lips and melting away in the collar of your worn out t-shirt. I followed suit. My eyes were closed when you finished yours, I heard you sigh and toss the can aside. I wasn't finished when you pulled it from my lips and hand and kissed me. My eyes flew open to see yours shut.
I followed along.
afterwords, we stopped at a lake. You got out and jogged towards the water, peeling your shirt away from your skin as you went. I watched you lean down and move your hands through the water, the water rippling out from your. The sun's light reflecting off the surface. your skin appeared to glow. i loved the way you looked but the things you made me want to do, scared me.
