My Sweetness

Cute Smile

My skin tingled under his gentle touch as bumps peaked out onto my skin. With ease I pushed his hand away and smiled sarcastically. “Yeah,” I nodded, “such beautiful art,” I scoffed and walked passed him to sit on my bed.

“Ouch,” he joked, “you just passively called me ugly.” Remington sat down on the bed and bounced a bit. “Comfy,” he stated right before he sprawled out.

He was so precious laying there. So innocent and untainted from the world around him. There was no full grown man that could go through the terrifying stages of life and come out unaffected. No, it was impossible, yet here lay a beautiful man full of joy, love, and purity. Hopefully life spares his soul. God only knows what the life of fame could do to someone.

His hand extended to touch my knee. “Are you admiring the artwork?” he teasingly asked. A constant sly grin played on his lips, a grin that only seemed to grow when he mentioned him being art. Only a few hours into this did he really think I would fall for him? Someone has a bad case of large egotistical assumptions.

I let out a soft laugh at my thoughts and shook my head. “No, I'm contemplating stealing and selling it on the black market to gain some extra cash for a better water system.”

His eyes widened and he propped himself up on the bed playing along in utter shock. “You would steal me?” The grin that had momentarily disappeared for the joke came back ten times the size as before.

With my head in my hands and a sigh that escaped my lips, I breathed out, “you asshat.” The reaction seemed to be one he was playing for as it made him burst out into a small fit of laughter. He rolled over onto his side and curled up into a small ball of idiot.

“But in all seriousness I would steal you, however if I tried to sell you the prices anyone tried to take you at would all be too low.” I stated matter-of-factly. This quieted him down fast. He sat up and grinned at me. “Aw!” he said and pulled me into a tight embrace. “I would happily let you steal me.”

I returned the hug and breathed in his luscious scent. A smile found it's way to my face and made itself at home there. This moment was all I ever dreamt of, nearly. It was originally an affectionate hug between Emerson and I in my head, although this was a great alternative.