n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
never forget you're worth the love they are not giving. - atticus
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my palms press against the bed sheets, and my eyes meet kei's. he looks a little embarrassed, but i don't say anything.
my eyes trace his body, from the shape of his fingers to the curvature of his lips. i silently lick my lips, and when i move in close kei doesn't push me away.
i press our foreheads together, smiling tightly as he looks at me desperately.
"can i kiss you?" he asks huskily, and i watch as he traces my lips with his fingers, and i look up at him gently.
"of course, you dork."
and for a moment i don't feel a thing. not till his lips meet mine. they're soft, so so soft, and each and every moment of the kiss almost makes me melt. i don't realize how perfect our lips fit together, like two missing puzzle pieces.
however, what i do notice, is tsukishima pulling away. a soft blush on his cheeks, but a crooked smirk on his lips.
