Reaching High

Sam said nothing at first, unsure of how to answer. He knew that Remi didn't want him or at least, not this him. But he was the one here who desperately wanted to be needed, to be touched and loved the way he'd robbed himself the memories of. He was the one willing to devote himself to Remi, help him in anything just for the chance to say he'd done it. He'd fixed one of his many awful mistakes. There were other reasons too, of course. Reasons like the sweet taste of Remi's lips and the warmth of the hands on his body, the way he knew what to do as if he'd already learnt the steps to the dance; lean up, a leg pressed just slightly between Remi's, fingers lightly stroking his scalp, eyes flicking up to look into Remi's as he went for more kisses. But...still. This was no good if Remi did not truly want it. It pained him but he pulled back just an inch, looked as serious as he could given the position they were in. "Do you need to forget to know me now?" It was a question asked flatly, without judgement, an answer Sam needed to know before they continued. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness