The Boy in the Gray Hoodie
I looked over to my right, bending my neck. He opened his soft eyes and gazed at me with a smile. Parts of his eyes crinkled, signalling that he had indeed smiled.
His face freckled with stars of coal against his milky white skin. His eyes of pure abyss. Colors that I couldn't think of the name, but always knew what they were and weren't.
He was beautiful.
He made a noise, quite similar to a squeak from a mouse. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He mumbled into my pillow, his voice muffled.
I only smiled. He turned a shade of pink and buried his face in my pillow. I tugged the blanket over our shoulders and onto our heads.
I inhaled his smell, like a morning rain, and fresh fruit. Flowers but also a sour like smell like lemons or candy. He smelled so good.
I pulled him into me and smelled his hair.
How could I ever deserve someone like this? How...
How did I get here?
This is a gay story and of you don't like that, you can find another. There will be some mature content such as death, language, and sexual content. Please find another if you don't like that. This, other than certain plot points, is an over all happy book. I mean, it's gay after all. For more information please message me or read the authors note at the end of the Prologue! Please be respectful of me and other people who read it. Stay safe! Love you!
(Started in March 2020 / Work in progress)
