Wing Ridden Angel | ✔️

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Everything's not okay.

My mind is cloudy, full of cotton and jumbled thoughts. He hovers over me, hands on either side of my head and holding him up.

It's quiet except for the hum of the heater and the soft low fi music playing off his TV in the background.

He smiles and leans down to capture my lips in a fleeting kiss. He pulls back all too soon. He gives me a teasing smile, knowing I hate when he does that. I admire his face, something I always do when we're alone and this close. I look at each freckle, noticing their almost brown-orange color. Next, I look at his eyes. My favorite thing about them.

I think I have come to love them so much because as they say: "the eyes are the windows to the soul." Every stare, every look, I feel as if he is inviting me into his private, most innermost thoughts. I love him.

" I like your eyes," I whisper. Pink dusts his cheeks and nose. So beautiful. He kisses me again. Lips soft and sure, pressing onto mine and forcing them apart as he pushes his tongue onto mine. I tilt my head up, feeling him lower himself onto his elbows and resting on his knees between my legs. His left hand comes up and holds my cheek gently. So soft that I almost cry.

We kiss until I am drunk off of it. Until there is electricity cursing through my veins and cracking my interior. Until my lips are puffy and his are too and we're both breathless. We kiss until I am no longer me and he is no longer himself; just two unknown beings craving the other's touch.

He pulls away and strokes my cheek gently. My head lulls into his touch and my eyes slip closed.

"I love you." There it is. Those three words again. The ones that make me squeeze my eyes close tighter and turn the other way. I do not say it back but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Please stay," he whispers as he moves to lay next to me. I turn towards him as he throws his arm over my waist and pulls me closer to him. I place my leg over his hip and he squeezes me into him tighter. My nose is pressed into the top of his hair as he rests his ear against my chest, eyes closing to the beat of my heart.

I shake my head. I can't. I have to get home soon and he knows it. "I can't."

"Please." I shake my head again and try to pull away from him, using all the willpower I have. But it's futile. When he's this close to me I am weak.

He holds me tighter and looks at me. "If you can't stay over, then just stay a little longer. I'm not ready to let you go yet."

I sigh and put my arm around him, holding him close and pressing my forehead against his.

He drifts off to sleep and I carefully pull myself away from him. He stirs and I put a pillow between his arms, filling the space I have left.

I put my jacket back on and put on my backpack. I turn to look at him once more. His hair wild from my tugging and lips parted. So beautiful.

I let myself out the down stairs door and make my way out into the night.

I'm not ready to let you go either, I think as I make my way down the hill.