My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

There was a muscle starting to cramp in Liam’s shoulder, and one of his arms was still asleep, the tips of his fingers tingling in a rather unpleasant manner; but for all that his body longed to move, he was determined not to disturb Maea unless he absolutely had to, and any momentary discomfort on his part was not a good enough reason to move.

It wasn’t long before she was stirring, pale lashes kissing creamy skin in a quick flutter as she woke. He took in the soft smile that appeared on her face before her eyes met his; she seemed to start, and he smiled sheepishly in return, perhaps a little embarrassed to have been caught staring yet again.

Now that she was awake, though, movement called; so Liam reached up to brush a lock of hair away from Maea’s face before gently extricating himself from their tangled pile. ”Good morning,” he said shyly, once he was far enough away that perhaps she wouldn’t smell his morning breath. ”I… didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He shot her a questioning look, searching for any sign that she might be unhappy with the accidental arrangement.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam