A thousand bad times - Post Malone

Holi turns to look at him, and she feels what's left of her breath disintegrate from her lungs. Austin is standing by her side, illuminated by the moon's silver shadow. He's lovely to look at, magical almost. The silver shadow dusts his strong shoulders and chest, casting a silver aura around his head. She would be forgiven for thinking that it looks like he is wearing a full suit of metal, a knight in shining armor. Holi wants to touch and honestly with Austin looking like he does right now in this moonlight, she can't be blamed. She turns her body to face him and takes a step forward placing her hands on his pecks then sliding them slowly up and slipping them around to the nape of his neck, marveling at how hard his body is in contrast to how soft and smooth his skin is. She keeps a firm grip on his nape. Touching him, pulling his body close to hers, breathing him in, and letting herself feel him beneath her palms: it grounds her. Makes her feel like she can open her soul and let him see everything. She feels safe with him.

"You remind me of a shooting star."

She watches Austin frown at her words then turn his head to look at her, confusion set heavy on his face.

"How so?" he asks

Holi looks at him for a beat longer then turns her head to look up at the stars again.

"Because I would spend all my wishes on you, Austin."