Heaven

6: Why is Your Roof So Easily Accessible?

Can't help Falling in Love- Elvis Presley (Twenty One Pilots cover)

I put the phone back in my pocket, pulling from his arms, and sitting down on his bed. I shouldn't be doing this. It goes against everything I've ever known. I glanced up at him. He was completely calm, yet refusing to take his eyes off of me. He smiled a little. But I want it. I want it so much more than I've ever wanted anything. God, he's so pretty. He stood patiently until I took my walls down. He reached for me, then; he opened his arms for me to melt back into him. I did. I couldn't help it. He's just so...perfect.

"I know you're scared. We don't need to rush anything. My first priority is that you're comfortable with what's going on."

"Thank you. Are you sure about this? About me?"

"Why are you so unsure of yourself? You're wonderful. You're kind and smart and so freaking cute. Have faith in who you are."

"I'm trying...I just...."

"I know. I know it's hard for you to express yourself with speech."

"How do you know so much? We've only known each other for a week."

"I'm observant," he shrugged. I knew there was more to it, but I wasn't going to push him. He cupped my face in his hands, a faint smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye that was rapidly becoming familiar. I expected him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. "Not so fast, baby." His chuckle indicated that he must've seen how eager I was. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead, instead. I didn't mind, much. As long as he was here, I could stand the slow pace that we had set. "Come here." He took my hand in his, and pulled me towards his window. He climbed out onto the roof in front of him and motioned for me to follow. The sky was calm. Everything was calm. The air was getting colder, foreshadowing the approaching autumn. I grinned to myself. Autumn was my favorite season, after all. There was always warm tea at my disposal, and my big, comfy sweaters were more socially acceptable. I frowned when he let go of my hand. He seemed to notice, because he moved an arm around my waist and pulled me against him once more. I couldn't help but bury my face in his neck and breathe him in.

"We should get you home," he seemed even more reluctant than I was. I checked the time. 8:25. I knew it took me about half an hour to get home. I knew it. But...but he was so warm and smelled like home. I never wanted to leave.

"Yeah...."

"Come on," he pulled me back into his room and gave me my jacket and keys. I pouted. "I don't like this any more than you do."

He kissed my cheek before I left his room. I trudged down the stairs, almost at the front door when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, Teddy." It was his father.

"Yes, sir?"

"We'll keep you safe. You're always welcome here."

"Thank you, sir."

And I went home.