Summer Sights

11丨trust me

Andre and I fell asleep last night together molded like one. In that very spot we left it, my head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck like two puzzle pieces and his arm wrapped around me like a tie of two entities. Our backs against the grass and our hearts beating in sync. 

I think I was the first to go under, though Andre couldn't have made it any easier. He, felt better than any bed could. The knowledge of our recklessness and our fast pace just couldn't top how strangely soft his toned body felt against mine. I don't think anything could've kept me away. 

So, I fell asleep soundly, exhausted from our pouring of souls. Well, his pouring of his soul and my attempt. 

It was something. Not a lot. But something. 

Now, it's the morning after and I'm still tucked into Andre, warm and feigning sleep as to not wake him up. He's a gorgeously peaceful sleeper. Though, every once in a while, he'll take a rough unexpected breath from his mouth. Almost like a gasp of air. But then, he'll go back to slow inhales and exhales through his nose as if nothing happened. It's peculiarly fascinating. 

 When I woke earlier, the sun had no mercy, shining brightly down on the both of us and almost blinding me in the process. So, I tucked my head back down into Andre's cocoon of safety, to which his sleepy response was pulling me in closer to him. 

With anyone else, I would've pulled away from their touch, it would've made me uncomfortable. But with Andre, now it feels like the only right place to be. The only place suitable for sleep or protection or warmth. I bask in the feeling of Andre's arms wrapped around my small frame. 

It's definitely some warning sign. A blaring red light in my blind eyes. A signification of trouble. But out here, I can ignore that. 

For now. 

I feel Andre's body start to stir from his sleep and I lift my head up look at him, brushing his neck briefly with my nose on the way. I meet his deep lustrous yellow eyes that are trained on my bland brown ones. 

"Hey," he grumbles with a small smile.

"Hi," I whisper lightly.  

Leaving me slightly chillier than before, Andre shifts his body from under mine so that he lies facing me on his side propped on his elbow. I turn from resting on my back so that I can see him, using my arm as a makeshift pillow that is noticeably less comfortable than Andre's body. 

I begin tracing every place the sun's light hits his face with my eyes. It almost seems that they plan for times like these, him and the sun. 

Times where he'll look completely taking at times when the average human wouldn't. Times when the small gold flecks in his eyes of fire are more perceptible than usual. Times when his rosy lips look softer than normal.

He brings a hand to rest on my face, warming me back to how I was before he unraveled us from one another. His thumb makes constant movements back and forth on my cheeks, causing me to involuntarily knaw on the inside flesh of my bottom lip. 

He starts to lean in close to me and I grow wary of his intentions but with a smirk, he bypasses my face and moves in close to my shoulder. He breathes me in like a drug, making every hair on my body stand and my toes curl.

"You smell like flowers," he mutters huskily, pulling back and letting me see him. A sexy simper coats his lips and he almost looks inebriated.

"Well, we are surrounded by flowers Andre," I breathe out chokily, trying to focus on his eyes and my breathing as opposed to our close proximity.