Adore

10

Anais was the first to pull away from his tight grip, She eyed the new cut curiously. Oliver leaned down on his other hand as he too watched her. She keep moving her hand around to see the cut from different angles, careful not to drop anymore blood onto her comforter. Anais's hand was coated in a thin layer of blood that threated to drip off, While Oliver had just put his hand down on his leg.
"Your going to ruin your pants like that" Anais stated lightly picking up his cut hand.
"Then maybe I should take them off" He replied playfully. Oliver watched her scrunch up her nose before dropping his hand limp. Before Anais could process what was happening Oliver had reached back up to her hand and pressed her fingers to his lips. His tongue darted out between them and he began to trace her skin with it.
"You taste delicious" He said with a grin falling down on top of her.
Anais's head bounced off the headframe as he pushed her down into the mattress. Her frizzy hair surrounded her view. His weight felt strange on top of her and they were so close she could feel his heartbeat. His hip dug into Anais's waist. Oliver leaned on his forearm to stare down at the small girl below him. He reached over with his other hand to push away the dark hair covering Anais's face with his bloodied hand.
The position they were laying in was extremely uncomfortable to Anais. Oliver was too close. The angle her body was at hurt, her legs remained to the side, but her body was twisted to be laying down. The sticky feeling of blood on her face made it hard to smile. Not to mention Oliver staring her down was starting to get creepy.
"You're so remarkably pretty" He whispered, now with both arms cradling her face. She offered him a fake smile before looking away from his intense eye contact. With a small sigh of content, Oliver pushed himself up and moved back to be sitting. Anais did the same as she pulled down her bunched up hair.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" Oliver asked wiping his hands down his pants.
"Sometimes"
"Sometimes" He muttered under his breathe. Anais watched him curious to see how he would react. Oliver sat there silently, eyebrows pushed together thinking. From his expression Anais could tell he wasn't angry which was a plus.
"I don't think you fit the standard for being attractive" Anais started, "your more like a piece of art, you don't have to beautiful for people to want to stare at you all day."
Oliver continued to look at the floor silently. Anais's heart thumped louder and louder in her chest as she looked him over, his blood stained pants, messy hair and flushed cheeks. She wasn't lying, to her Oliver was the most interesting artwork in the world.
Oliver cleared his throat as he pushed of her bed to stand up.
"I think it's time for me to go" He said quietly with a nod to his head. Anais's truth had been the wrong answer, but not the worst one. Anais's eyes widened as she stood up and grabbed his cut hand.
"Stay the night?" She offered just as quietly, she didn't know if she really wanted him to be here, but it was better than him leaving upset. That would only give him time to dwell and think tonight over, if he stayed Oliver wouldn't have to time to. Oliver looked at her quientionly, but fell down next to her on the bed like when he first got to her room. Anais climbed under the blankets lifting them up for him to also get underneath.