NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Too slow in his inebriation to react how he normally would, he simply watches her with curiosity brimming in his eyes as she sits up. The tears which she wiped away on her own face caused him to frown. He had not meant to make her sad, to hurt her. Had he hurt her? He opened his mouth to question her but she returned to him with her own kiss. It was more forceful than his had been. His hands wrapped around her instinctively and he gripped her back, fingers digging in to the fabric that covered her skin. She pulled away again and Noah followed her a little bit, his kiss returned having forged a new hunger in him that he had not felt for quite some time. He wanted to grab the sides of her face and pull her in again, but she moved before he could will his arms to reach up for her delicate cheeks.
She settled back down on his chest and he lowered his head again, resting it against the couch's arm. He let his hands still run down her back idly, his lips tingling with the sensation of their kisses. Though brief, they made a fire burn in his cheeks that was only aiding the color already left by the consumption of the liquor. He sighed, "Why do you always hurt yourself?" He knew she healed herself right after, but he had found her too many times to leave it alone tonight.
While his heart still ached, he was no longer focused on his own grief like he had been before finding her out here.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
