Mitch slowly opened his eyes. Warm sunlight falls on his face and makes him sigh. He lays in the middle of a huge, soft king-size bed. He watches a feather, which floats slowly through the air and suddenly lands on his unkempt dark hair.
When Mitch started to move his head and look around, he barely believed his eyes - he layed right in the middle of a huge bunch of feathers, which maybe used to be this beautiful king-size bed. The bed frame of the once so beautiful made bed was completely split into pieces. Same were the pillows and the blanket.
Right before Mitch could start asking himself how this could have happened, he noticed that, besides a thin sheet he was completely naked. Suddenly he remembered last night... Scott, who kissed Mitches jawline and collarbone, which got Mitch pleasant frisson. Of course Scott was so much stronger than Mitch, he was a vampir. But Scott promised Mitch, that they're at least going to try it.
Mitch moved his finger over all these parts of his body, were he had felt Scotts touch yesterday. The wonderful feeling from the last night shoot through Mitchs vains.
Mitch suddenly frightened a little bit, when he felt a hand on his forehead. Scott had layed down next to him and stroke a little piece of hair out of Mitchs face.
"It's good to know that you loved it." murmured Scott instead of a hello, reading Mitchs mind.
"Of course!" Mitch said and sat up.
"But.... I hurt you." Scott says wispering. He pointed at some bruises and scars on Mitchs shoulder, his collar bone and his thigh. Mitch looked at them for a second and then looked into Scott sea blue eyes, filled with concern and regret.
"No..." Mitch said spontaneous and let his lips down on Scotts, "you didn't."
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RomanceShort stories or drabbles that come to my mind. All about Scott Hoying's and Mitch Grassi's love. Those stories are all different, every genre and have nothing to do with each other. Story collection. One Shots. Read & Comment pls ♥
