PITFALL (E.D)

He lifts his T-shirt and displays his godly toned body. I feel my cheeks burning just by looking at this art. He was an art, so exquisite and lovely. I trail my hands from his chest down to his torso as we both sat on his bed, me on top of him. He closed his eyes from the sensation, probably never had someone to touch him so gently and delicately. His mouth agape left me wondering how can someone be so beautiful yet so annihilated. I continued with my gentle caresses until I espy a huge scar on his left hip and a small one on his shoulder. I inspect those marks carefully before tracing my fingers along the lines. I look at Ethan, he had opened his eyes now and was observing my actions intently.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, running his tongue over his bottom lip to wet it and cups my cheeks, tugging my hair behind my ears to get a full view of my face. His hands go down to my hips, holding me firmly.

"I love my scars." He said, hazel eyes directly looking at me. "They have stayed with me longer than most people have." He admitted. I just look at him, confounded. It hurts to see him like this, so vulnerable and mystified. I could sense the uneasiness in his eyes, he was referring to her.

He did not deserve any of that. He was so much more than just a boy with extreme anger issues. I could not see him like this, the guy that I was falling in love with. Completely broken from the inside, trying to show how unbreakable and callous he was. I knew Ethan had a soft spot for me. He has proved it time and again that he would not let anything happen to me.

I lean in, tugging at the chain he was wearing. Our foreheads coming in contact, he whimpered at our lips scarcely touching. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, engulfing his minty breath. There was no rush, no hurry just pure passion and dally movements. I pressed my lips fully against his, savouring his taste. I knew it was worth it. He was worth it. He is worth everything.