Fixated

((15))

The pizza was gone by the time the sun set. The auburn skies melting behind the silhouette of the trees.

"It's amazing," Archer mumbled, hanging his head out of my bedroom window.

His left arm was draped over his head, his knuckles white from his grip on the white windowsill above.

"It is."

We haven't said much, not since our encounter with Casper. He didn't bring it up once we'd started our drive home, which he drove. He didn't bring it back up, probably out of fear, maybe out of respect.

I just don't know how much he respects me.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, stepping closer to me, his arm falling by his side.

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling it in his hand. I placed my palm in his, letting his thumb trace circles over mine.

"You," I whispered, taking a step closer to him.

I don't know what it is, but it's like he is never close enough to me... and when he is close, his touch sends chills through my whole body. I can't focus on anything when his hands are on the small of my back, tracing circles on the inside of my wrist, or even when they're just holding mine in his.

"Anything good?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Everything good."

He didn't waste any time placing his lips on mine softly.

His kiss drew me in like bees to honey.

His hands were on my hips as I tangled mine in his hair. He leaned forward as my back came in contact with the windowsill.

The wood was hard against my back, the pressure being pushed on me from Archer was nudging me  harder against the wood.

I pulled back for a second, letting both of us take a breath as I laid my head against his chest.

I pushed him back a few feet, my hand in his as I pulled him toward me again. My back was firm against the wall next to my bed as he pressed his lips to mine. This time was different, the kiss was deep, sincere.

He let one of his arms rest against the wall above my head while one hand rested on my hip.

He pulled away first this time, his forehead resting against mine as he closed his eyes.

"I care about you. I care about you a lot, actually," he mumbled, his forehead still resting against mine.

"I know," I started, letting him cut me off with his kiss.

It didn't last long though, he just wanted me to shut up.

"Let me finish. What I mean is... I care about you more than I've cared about anyone in a while. My parents are never around, I've never had anyone to count on. Not until now, that is. Please don't break my trust, Raeleigh."

I was stunned as he stopped talking, his lips stopped moving but his words rang out in my head.

"Please don't break my trust."

There are so many things that I want to say, so many things running through my head and I can't figure out how to say any of them.

I would never, I could never... I care about you too. I want you to stay with me for as long as you can. I can't push you away like I did Casper, I can't lie to you, I can't lead you on.

"I feel the same way about you, Archer," I whispered as a smile spreading across his face and soon spreading to mine.

He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck before taking a deep breath. I hugged him tightly as he spun me around so that I wasn't pressed against the wall anymore. His lips found mine in an instant and I let my mind wonder to what would change if Archer was in my life as more. What if he was more than a friend?