tea - dreamnotfound

enchanter

his emerald eyes are glistening even though there's no sign of the sun. we're so close that our foreheads are almost touching. i can feel the warmth seeping out from every part of his body, and it's needless to say that i don't need a jacket anymore.

i retract my right hand that was previously embracing him, bringing it to his shoulder. slowly i let it slide down to his chest, stopping for a little while where his heart's located. its powerful pumping reaches all the way out into my fingers.

my entire body feels strange, like spaghetti, like i can't fully control it. what this boy does to me is fucked up. a month ago i wouldn't have ever thought we would be sitting like this, on a damp park bench, mere inches apart, with my heart racing like never before. i would've bet my life against it. cause there was no way clay could think of me like that. like more than just his best friend.

there was no way. did something change?

my overthinking is interrupted by clay's hushed words.

"what are you thinking about?"
"w-what?"
"i can tell you're thinking about something."
"i guess."
"don't. just stay in the now with me, alright?"
"yeah."

i meet his gaze one more, finally brave enough to keep full eye contact this time. his characteristics are indescribable; his nose so perfectly curved and pointed, his almond eyes lined up just right, his dark blonde silky hair falling just below his eyebrows giving him a shy but cute look, and his lips...

his lips. those lips i so desperately want to kiss. just a little peck would erase all my problems in an instant. from the bottom of my heart i'm longing for it, and for a quick second i debate just shutting my eyes and saying fuck it.

but i can't. i can't risk our entire friendship for one little kiss. if i lose clay, i lose an all too big part of myself. and at that, i would only sink further into disarray. i would end up suffering alone.

clay lifts his hand, carefully placing just the tip of his thumb against my cheek. my entire face turns a pinkish-red almost immediately. it's almost like it's magic. it feels like it's magic.

"is this okay?" he whispers.

i nod, not being able to find my voice.

at my confirmation he cups my cheek using the palm of his hand, smoothly stroking it. maintaining eye contact is seriously getting more difficult. there's no point in trying to hide my embarrassing blushing now since he's so close to me.

in fact, he's even starting to get flustered himself. he seems to be deeply intrigued by my appearance, something i'm genuinely enjoying but also becoming insecure because of. typical me.

he uses his fingers to softly caress my skin, tracing my every feature with the tip of his thumb, especially focusing on my lips and the areas surrounding them.

"you're so beautiful."

with a move so gradual it's barely noticeable he leans forward, leaving only the smallest distance between us. his hot breath vibrates against my lips, making my own breathing hitch. i put my hand on the back of his head, letting my fingers get tangled up in his velvety strands of hair as he closes that last distance.

i kiss him back without hesitation, slowly and passionately. his lips are even softer than one could imagine. he tastes like a rainy summer sky, a thousand blooming flowers, a breathtaking sunset in paradise. it's as sweet as cotton candy from a carnival, and i'm the sugar starved kid; never wanting to leave.