Habits Of My Heart

Part 8

Let Me Love You

I stand between Alex's legs as he tilts his head up towards me, I start cleaning on his forehead and softly wipe the dried blood off his skin. He winces as I get closer to the cuts on his forehead, cheek and lip.

I finish cleaning and place a plaster on the deeper cut on his forehead. The duck print makes me giggle. He looks adorable.

Alex beams at me and chuckles quietly as I turn around to put the first aid kit away.

"What's so funny?" I can't help but stare at Alex, his eyes are glistened over and his mouth is stretched out to emit his hearty laugh.

Alex leans forward and pulls me back towards him. I place my hands on his shoulders and look down on him as he's still perched on the stool.

I narrow my brows and ask him again.

"What is it?" I slur on my words as a smile forms on my face.

He looks up at me and pouts.

"Can you kiss it better please."

Alex grins at me and giggles again. This boy must be tripping. As sure as I am that he only meant it as a joke, that unusual warm feeling I felt earlier when we hugged returned.

I smile and move closer to Alex, our eyes locked on eachothers. He wraps his arms around my waist as I lean down and kiss his forehead, then his cheek, then just below his lips.

Each time I kiss him I exaggerate a  "muah" sound. I considered kissing him on his lips but I decided against it, instead I kissed him just above his chin, taking all self control I have to not press my lips on his. I see a flicker of sadness in his eyes as I pull my face away from his. I didn't really, I'm just high and thinking shit, right?

The gleam in Alex's eyes return as his pout dissapears.

"Thank you. I feel much better."

I giggle as he stands and lifts me up, causing me to squeal. He spins around the kitchen as I lean down and hold on tight. In a swift motion I lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist.

I lean my head back and gleefully sigh as Alex loses his breath and stops spinning. He pants as he places me on the counter, my legs still wrapped around him and his arms still wrapped around me.

"I'm dizzy."

I giggle and look up at Alex and I can feel his eyes burning into me.

I return his gesture and stare deep into his eyes, they're so enchanting, so captivating. I feel myself get lost in his gaze. I continue to survey his face as my eyes travel down and I analyse each and every detail of his features. His cheeks are red and flushed and slightly shiny, his lips are curved at the edges and they're sort of dry yet they still look plump and kissable. His hair looks smooth and fluffy, its slightly wavy and falls down onto his forehead. My hands move from his shoulders and trace his neck, then his cheeks, his chin, his lips, then they slowly drop to his chest.

He follows my lead as he traces my face with his soft fingers.

Alex's POV

She's sitting in front of me, perched on the edge of the countertop, her legs wrapped around me. Her eyes analyse my face as her hands trace over my skin. Her fingers are slim and delicate, her touch soft and gentle.

As each second passes I take in each of her defined features. I'm falling for her and I know it. Is this what people mean by love at first sight?

I can't help but ogle her face. She's so pretty, I've never seen anybody with such unique beauty like her. Her hair is brown and slightly highlighted with blonde at the ends which fall on her shoulders, it's wavy and soft and frames her mesmerising face. Her eyes are small and brown, her eyelashes doused with a small amount of mascara, just above her eyes lay her defined eyebrows are naturally filled in. Her rosy cheeks and nose are glowing and are soft to the touch. Her lips are full and smooth, her kisses are gentle as they landed on my bruised skin previously.

I can't tell if I feel this way, so fascinated by her, due to the fact that I could potentially be falling for her, or if this molly has extremely heightened my sense of affection. All I can say is this girl in front of me has me captivated and I don't think that after tonight I will ever be able to not have her in my life. She's utterly enthralling.

My hands are still planted on the small of her back as we study eachother. At a steady pace, I run my hands over her waist and over the fabric of her t-shirt until I reach the back of her shoulders.

Following her lead, I gently caress her cheek then her chin. Something deep inside of me feels incredibly delighted to share such an intimate moment with her. I hope that I only see this side of her, and that she isn't as much of a cunt as she believes.

Actually, I refuse to even entertain the idea that this girl is a cunt. No doubt she's an absolute badass but she's so been so sweet.

The amount of gratitude I feel for the fact that she can trust me and she sees me different to lost other people is immeasurable. To have gained her trust so quickly makes me feel somewhat special and I've already made a mental promise to her that I won't break her trust.

I break the silence and say what's been on my mind since I met her.

"You are so beautiful."

She smiles and returns with an equally charming sentence.

"Do you wanna make cookies?"