Affinity

Alright

I don't know how to explain this town. It's everything I would've thought I'd end up at, had I not become what I am. Small, everyone is so kind, everyone knows everyone. When one leaves, the whole town knows. I think it's a beautiful thing, them caring for each other that much. Shows real beauty in a community, that that still exists.

The early morning was silent. The house was completely quiet, with Adam fast asleep in his own bed, I had no problems sneaking out to watch dawn break. I didn't care to wake him, he was sleeping too good to be woken up.

But the silence doesn't scare me anymore. I welcome it because it strengthens me, it makes me stronger, more aware of my surroundings. In place of the constant noise of the city, a peaceful silence had overtaken it. But times like this made me want to bring back the noise. To scream at the top of my lungs just to fill the silence.

A compression in the sand behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I spin towards the long grass that gently bent with the wind and strained my eyes to see in the darkness. Instinctively- maybe from too many crime shows-, I immediately scan over anything that could be used to defend myself but come up with none.

"Who's there?" I call, immediately regretting it. That's expected, like a killer would just respond to it.

A familiar shape emerges from the grass. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Relief rises within me, as did the color in my cheeks.

"Were you spying on me, Adam Dixon?" I plant my fists on my hips.

"Never," He chuckles. The sand shifted with his weight coming toward me and I smile, wondering how long he'd been watching.

I can't see him clearly until he reaches the embankment an arms length away. His dark brown hair looked almost black now, and fringed messily on the top of his head. His jaw was scruffy from days of not shaving and his white t-shirt seemed to glow in the darkness. Flannel pajama bottoms stopped at his bare feet. His boots were tied together by the laces, and hung from his hand.

And just like that, all my thoughts and doubts were gone. Something stirred in my stomach, simmering each second his piercing, glassy gaze held onto mine.

"Hi," He says.

I smile. "Hi."

We hadn't been alone in a couple days. Fleeting moments, yeah, but he was mostly consumed by relatives and neighbors alike. He'd been a million miles away. But he doesn't seem so far away now.

I reach for his waistband, thread a finger through his belt loop, and pull him closer.

His shoes drop with a muted thud to the sand. His fingertips rise to my face and brush against my cheekbones, his skin rough but his touch soft. The inched down the nape of my neck, down my spine, drawing me in as they came to rest on my hips.

I hold my breath, all too aware on his hips against my stomach and the fluid way his shoulders rounded beneath my palms. As if it was because of my touch it was affecting the way he stood.

"Now, what are you doing out this early?" He murmurs and I scan his face until I pause of his lips. They're pink but chapped from sleep, still they tempt me closer.

"Causing trouble," I grin. He leans just enough for our lips to reach and touch. Short, but nonetheless alluring. The feel of his hand on my waist has me following as he moves. And he takes a seat on the sand embankment. I join next to him. "So what brings you out here?"

"I was going to make breakfast but when I went to check on you, you weren't there. Had to make sure you hadn't darted," He laughs and leans into me playfully. I grin, tugging a hand through my hair and pulling my knees up slightly.