WOW THIS IS SUPER LATE AND IM SUPER SORRY
Enjoy!!! This will hopefully be a little more happy!
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"I ask you all the time because I never was given the chance"
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I
woke up the next morning, feeling something very warm next to me.
Or... Someone.
My arms were wrapped around them, I could feel their slow and steady heartbeat.
My lips and nose were pressed against the back of their head, and I inhaled, absent-mindedly smelling their hair. It smelled like a shampoo that probably had a scent called Ocean Breeze or something like that.
Their fingers were interlocked with mine, and they held on very tight. I suddenly realized that one of my knees were tucked underneath their side, and my other leg was wrapped around their hips.
I was almost a little shocked at myself for being in such a clingy position. I never really thought of myself as clingy, of course I've only ever been in love once.
Suddenly I knew exactly whom it was I was grasping onto. The one person that meant everything to me.
The one person that I would give my life to.
The one person whom I never wanted to see in any form of pain...yet I had.
Lance.
My heart ached as last night's events replayed in my head.
Lance screaming in agony, all because of a pain that he couldn't control.
A pain that felt worse than any knife or gunshot, or strike.
A tear rolled down my cheek, and soaked into a couple of strands of his chocolatey hair. I held onto him and squeezed him with my arms and legs a little tighter.
He started to stir, as he made some soft noises.
I felt his hands tighten their grip around mine, and brought them up to his lips, kissing my knuckles.
Man I really loved that
I heard him sigh, it was a mix of satisfactory and melancholy.
"Keith" was all he said, as he tried to pull me closer, if that was even possible.
"Keith" he said again, but almost with...pain in is voice.
'Stop' I silently begged. I never wanted to hear his voice like this again. I pulled my legs away from him, and tried to turn him over so he could face me. When he laid on his other side, he kept his gaze away from my eyes, and looked down at my chest.
He traced my collarbones, feeling the soft and thin skin there.
His face showed nothing but sorrow, and all I wanted to do was kick Evan's ass.
"Lance, Look at me...please" I whispered, but he didn't move.
I brought my hand up to his chin, and raised it up, so he could look at me.
Our lips were level, so I pulled him close.
His lips were slightly chapped, but I didn't mind, nor did I blame him.
I put my fingers in his hair, as I held the sides of his face. The kiss was slow but very intense, especially for just waking up.
When we separated, Lance let out long breath and he looked speechless.
"You really mean it?" He asked
I tilted my head, as I didn't understand what he meant.
"What do you mean?"
Lance looked back down and sighed. "I figured last night...you just did all of that stuff because I was crying and you wanted to make me feel better."
I smiled a little. "Lance...while that is partially true...I don't just kiss anyone. I do love you"
Lance's eyes widened. "Y-You do? Really"
"Yeah..." I blushed "for a while, I have"
Lance smiled greatly, it was a beautiful sight.
"So...are you like my boyfriend now?"
