~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Leto~
~Continuation~
'Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of deaths house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.'
- 'The Canterville Ghost' by Oscar Wilde.
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Waking up all stiff, trying to stretch out my limbs but something holds onto me, opening my eyes all I see is a broad chest, looking up Freddie is still sleeping soundly above me.
So this is it.
Today is the day that we finally say goodbye to her, with a lump in my throat I manage to wriggle my way out of his arms, he let's out a loud groan and I laugh at his reaction, leaning down I stroke my thumb across his eyebrow, watching him.
Without him I just simply couldn't pluck up the courage to plan out or even think about what we will be doing today, he is my strength and my weakness and for that very reason that is why I am afraid of losing him.
Watching his gorgeous sleeping face, my heart flutters in my chest as I just take my time in watching him, knowing that if push came to shove, I would do anything for him, even do the thing I fear the most, the thing I hate the most, kill for him.
In slow motion I watch his eyes open, for a few seconds he seems to be in a daze, still in dreamland, a few blinks later his eyes then focus and see me, as soon as he sees me a smile breaks out on his face.
"Baby..."
As he speaks his hand comes up to rest on my cheek, not being able to control my own smile I smile back at him with a slight blush.
As he sees me blushing, he sits up beside me leaning towards me, his eyes lock with my own as his face comes closer and closer to mine, for a brief moment his lips very gently press up against my own, instantly making me shut my eyes as my breath hitches.
With my eyes closed I still feel him near me, his fingers stroking along my cheek, his breath against my neck, making my skin go all goosebumply.
"My perfect boy, my perfect angel, my perfect everything, all mine."
Between each word I feel his kisses against my neck, all soft and meaningful as if to tell me that he just wants to be near me, knowing that if he keeps kissing my neck, I'm going to uncontrollably jump his bones if he carries on.
Still keeping my eyes shut, I let out a sigh as I rest my hand on his shoulder, feeling in this one moment that I am truly his, that this time Clementine will not win, she will not tear us apart for the second time.
