A scene from one of my stories: Warmth is a beautiful thing. In all ways. Whether its the physical heat of a blanket or fire or the internal tickling of your heart as you hear a childs laughter, its the best. But even better? Feeling both at once. I remember my first snowy morning in Euphoria, the windows were frosted over and the chill had crept into the house. Aaron and I laid in the bed, him in nothing but boxers and I in underwear and one of his t-shirts, with three quilts layered on top of us and his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. The sudden rise in my body temperature that occurred every time I woke caused the sleeping man to stir, tighten his hold around me and bury his face in my neck. Enyx, dont go. He murmured. I have to. I whined. I really cant stay. But baby, its cold outside. Indeed it was. And Aarons arms were pretty great. But what if your brother stops by? He chuckled and laid tentative kisses on my neck. Let him see. He left you. He has no reason to complain. He left you for a phony. I flipped over to my other side to look at him. But me... His shaky hand brushed hair out of my eyes then went back to touch my cheek, but it just hovered like maybe a fangirl would if she saw her favorite actor and was extremely astonished. I think youre perfect. I dont see how he could leave someone so... Aaaaaaaaand CUT! Thoughts?
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 00:26:09 +0000
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