Innocent Dark

"Kiss me like you love me," he says, my face in between his large hands, his thumbs doing this small circling motion on my cheeks that makes it hard for me to concentrate, his eyes begging for something I couldn't pinpoint. And all of a sudden it feels like I'm holding his life in my hands, and I'm his saviour and destruction, and I could crush him with just a word, kill him, stab him, and he would still love me.

"I can't." I say. The pain that crosses his eyes shoots directly in my heart.

I press my lips lightly on his.

"I can't because I already do." And I'm afraid it's going to get us killed.