Leaving Lavender/✔

fourteen

The rain had finally ended its scolding towards the sun, and the sun had seemed to be very careful today. His rays had not been as harsh as they have been, in fact, they were perfectly behaving today. Their touch had been gentle and warming, they had been remorseful, they had wanted forgiveness for their harsh doings. I had basked in their warmth, grateful for their good behaviour.

My eyes had wandered over to Peter's sleeping face. My smile had deepened a little as I had rested on his peaceful expression. There was a glow to him, I wasn't too sure if it was from the white pillow case under his head or the sun's light, maybe it was both, but either way he had been glowing. His skin tone had looked warmer, more inviting and even softer than I had remembered. His jaw's shadow had been more defined now, dark stubble had grown, defining his high cheekbones and the sharpness of his jaw. It wasn't much, but just enough to see the difference.

My fingers had found themselves absentmindedly tracing his features, his skin softer than ever under my delicate touch. I had been more than careful to not wake him up, but it had seemed my effort was not taken in account for. He had stirred under my touch, he had been confused and it was cute as he had opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. He took a while to remember exactly where he was and why, but once he had I found his eyes on me instantly, they had sparkled under the ray's generous touch and I was able to see the rocks that had hidden under the ocean's cover. I had seen the little sun's light pierce the gentle waves, specks of yellow mixed with the other flecks of gray with his Tiffany blue meets cadet blue teal eyes. It was times like these where I wish had gone to the ocean more than once, just to fully understand how exactly the water could be so different in colors and tones.

I wonder what he had thought about my eyes. They more so resembled how a lake water looked, there was really more green than blue. I wonder if he had admired the fresh water as I had admired the salt water. They were a mixture of the patina color, with antique ivory, a stone and just a hint of real blue, a mixture of a rather dull medium between both of my parents. Father's eyes cold and mother's eyes inviting like a nice beach day. I had always thought that my eye color was a bit weird, a bit much, how many tones and tints had gone in to make my color, but I think looking at the way he had looked at them had me liking them a little bit more.

His smile was soft, a subtle one, where his lips had barely even moved a centimeter, the faintest of smiles he had ever given me, but it was one where it was absolutely dazzling and breathless. I had felt his arms pull me closer, my head had nuzzled into his neck again, his resting over mine. I wasn't sure how long we had stayed there, but I knew it had taken most of our morning together. And really, I could have cared less.

We had gotten up some time later, we had grown hungry and the sun's persistence to get us up had only grown. I had made breakfast, even though it was well past any regular breakfast time, and we had ate quietly. We didn't need to talk, it was comfortable to sit in his presence. After I had cleaned, I had felt his eyes gaze on me from the table. I cleaned rather quickly, because I wanted to stare right back at him, but right as I was about to turn to, he had already gotten up from the table and made his way towards me. His eyes had never left me, and his strides were too long in time.

"I want you to come with me to see my mom." He had been worried, not for his mom but for what I had to say. I could almost see that he had wished he hadn't, the panic in his beautiful eyes had settled and for a moment I had been lost, I barely even was able to register what he had said before his hand had reached my cheek. His panic was short lived, seeing as I had leaned in towards his hand and nodded, relief had washed over him like waves against the shore.

"Come along then ma fleur." He had leaned down to quick press his lips against mine and then had pulled me out of the door, locking the door and pulling me to his truck. I watched as he opened the passenger side door for me, his eagerness was cute. He jumped over to his side and instantly started the truck. He reminded of a dog almost, he was bouncy and excited, like he had been possessed by May herself. I laughed a little at the thought and tore my eyes away from his wonderful features and looked out at the fields around us.