Back to him. //Boreo

Theo laid in bed, not alone. But Next to him. His "Friend"

Theo couldnt help to admire Boris's beauty in all its glory. How the moon light shines off his pale fair skin in the middle of the humid night. How his messy- wild hair went in every which way possible no matter how much he tried to tame it.

how he couldn't count all the freckles on his skin even if tried, Which. he couldn't help to do too, knowing it was impossible and all. How when he breathed in he could smell ciggerates and teenage grime radiating off boris.

Theo wanted to pause this moment and stay in it forever..forever staying in boris's presence.