Him & Her

"My Feelings on a Page" Her

"You're mine", He breathed out holding onto me tightly. There was a possessiveness lingering in the area, and quite frankly, I enjoyed it. I loved this side to him. It might be frightening to think he's possible of more things than my imagination, but it was thrilling to feel so wanted, so needed. The more I thought about it the more I realized, I was the same. I held the same possessive streak inside me. It burned with a burning passion, and I felt safe to know that the same streak was ignited inside him.

He whispered my name in my ear while creasing the side of my cheeks. His hand traveled to my hair pushing it back while his other hand was around my waist. We stood there in the rain breathing hard. The sound had dulled out, other than the pitter patter of droplets hitting the pavement. I glanced upward for a split second, being able to see the velvet blue sky with sparkling diamonds scattered across it. It was mystical to see such a beautiful sky. I couldn't remember seeing so many stars before and it may be only me who feels as though something special was about to happen. I huffed out in delight, creating the formation of a light gray cloud.

My eyes drifted back to him. He gave me that same sexy to die for smirk playing with half on mischevious, knowing exactly what I was thinking. My insides shriveled at it. I couldn't stop myself from smiling so earnestly and giving a small sound of amusement. I could make out the cloud of light gray vapor escaping his mouth, signaling he was alive and breathing. Here with me. That overwhelming sense to cry washed through my veins, but I wasn't sad. I was so undeniably...happy. I was glad to be here with him. More than glad. I wanted nothing more out of life than this second with him.

He leaned towards me, and my breath hitched in my throat. I was so self-conscious around him. Not that I wasn't before. I felt like he affected me more than I had ever been. I was frightened of embarrassing myself in front of him, but I knew he would never judge me. My hand clenched at the leather jacket he wore. His eyes were barely a slit open. My own eyelids became heavy the more he advanced. I could now feel his warm breath against my lips. That infinite amount of time seemed to last forever. I can't remember anything past him getting so close, and me wanting him to get closer. Who is he? And, Where is he?