Every time I look into his eyes, I see myself.
I see my mistakes, I see my success.
I see my past, my present, and my future all rolled into one.
I see my guilt and my pride, my insecurities and my confidence, my idiocy and my intelligence, my passion and my patience.
I see my happiness and love, and above all, I see the person that I've always wanted, always needed, and the fact that he's sitting quietly in my arms, gazing up at me with those crystal blue eyes and those soft pink lips, I can't help but wonder what I'd do if I ever lose him.
But I don't have to wonder, because I know in my heart that I never will.
"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck.
"I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me.
"What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin.
"Who cares."
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Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things.
- YOP