If anyone has asked, she would've warned them to stay away from him.
She knew what the say about the heart-stealers. They sneak through your weakness, smile so dangerously your heart started to beat faster, and embrace you in a kiss that has no tomorrow in its taste.
He found her right where he left her, on the bed, by the stacks of pillows, with a promise of waiting for him clutched to her heart, his sweater pulled over her head, held snug around her neck almost like she's holding onto something fragile. He smiled, a soft, sad smile, gliding across his lips as he bent down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She smelled like a promise and trust. She smelled like sadness with a tint of lust.
If anyone has asked, she would've told them what falling in love with heart-stealer tastes like.
It is tasting the words he wanted to say when he kisses her for the umpteenth time of the day instead of actually telling her—because he wouldn't able to phrase it anyway. It is pressing her palms together with his fingers laced through hers, afraid of letting it go.
So drunk in love, he got her curled around his finger.
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Unspoken Words: Serendipity
Fanfictionser·en·dip·i·ty /serənˈdipədē/ noun the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
