I walked around my room looking at a picture of him I had taken while he was sleeping. As I ran my finger over his face, I remembered everything that happened that night. There was a bittersweet smile on my lips and a tear trailing down my cheek.
*Flashback*
We got back to his house and went into his bathroom to look at his injuries. When we walked in, I saw my reflection and noticed the blood on my clothing.
"I can put those in the wash if you would like. you can borrow something of mine in the meantime." He told me.
"I'll worry about washing these later. but I will take you up on your offer of borrowing something." I replied.
He lead me to his rooms where he grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of dark gray boxers.
"It might be a little weird, but this is probably all I have that will fit you." There was a faint blush on his cheeks as he said this.
"It's fine!" I assured him. Quickly, I put on the clothes then took him back to the bathroom. It took a few minutes, but I finally found everything that I would need. I told him to sit on the counter as I began to clean the cuts he had on his face. He winced when he felt the burn of the alcohol. "Be a man!" I teased him as I put a cold washcloth over his eye. "Hold this." A smile was on my face as he obeyed my command.
"Now umm... Your shirt needs to come off..." Suddenly things got very awkward. However he still did what I told him to. I couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled. That only lasted for a moment before I winced at the bruising he had. Almost all of his torso was covered in a deep shade of purple. One of my hands moved to his chest. "Does that hurt?" I asked as I applied little pressure to the bruising.
"Ah! Hahaha" His eyes closed as he tried to play it off as a laugh. I knew better though. "Yes. Yup. Affirmative. It does hurt." I pulled my hand back quickly and apologized.
"It's fine." He told me, his voice drifting off towards the end. I looked up and saw his eyes staring into mine. It felt like he was staring into my soul. As I was about to turn my head the other way, I was stopped by his strong fingers grabbing my chin. He tilted his head to the side a little and slowly inched his head towards mine.
My eyes looked from his lips to his eyes and back before fluttering shut. It felt like ages before his lips finally met mine and it was over far too soon.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it..." He whispered. His forehead was resting on mine, our lips brushed with every word that was spoken.
"It's fine by me." I whispered before my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled his lips back to mine.
The kiss was exactly as it is in movies and stories. I saw fireworks behind my closed eyes and I felt sparks on my lips. He put his hands on my hips when he jumped down from the counter. I wasted no time wrapping my legs around his waist. The grip he had on me tightened as he began walking to his room.
When we got there, he threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.
"Do you think we're... ahh... umm. m-moving too f-fast?" I had trouble forming words with his lips on my neck.
"Yeah, probably. But. Who. Cares?" He told m kissing my lips between each word.
"Okay!" I giggled in agreement and let him continue.
*Flashback Over*
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My Green Eyed Boy
Teen FictionThere was no other way to descibe him other than perfection. The way he would let him curly brown hair fall to cover his face, as if it would hide him from the dangers of the world. He was so innocent, or at least that was what I thought. I will nev...