Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
The sand, the water, the tears, the beach, it all fades into the distance as she gives him every bit of her attention. Her thumb continues to rub through his dark stubble. Now that she's looking at him, hears the truth of his words and chooses to believe them, she doesn't dare pull away.
Comparing him to anyone would be unfair. No one could compete with the way he makes her feel, makes her burn and freeze, fastens her heartbeat. She smiles softly at him, "You have no idea. You don't just make me happy, you make me better, you give me that much more reason..." she pauses and laughs softly, "and the way you make me feel terrifies me. I don't think there's anything I wouldn't do for you," so if he ever did have a problem.. all he had to do was say it. If there's anything she's learned here today, it's that she'd leave it all behind for him.
His hand is warm against her skin as it passes into her hair. She leans into it with closed eyes, touches her forehead against his, and she has all the resistance of putty. Her own hands glide over his skin to embrace him, joining around his neck.
He pulls back and she blinks up at him, that is, until he presses his lips against her forehead. Which is perhaps her favorite kind of kiss. The kind that takes away all of her stress, pulls it out of her churning mind with gentle understanding, that silently tells her he's there for her.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she peers up at him with a bit of a spark back in her gaze, before she smiles and suddenly her hands are going for his ribs to tickle him again.
Comparing him to anyone would be unfair. No one could compete with the way he makes her feel, makes her burn and freeze, fastens her heartbeat. She smiles softly at him, "You have no idea. You don't just make me happy, you make me better, you give me that much more reason..." she pauses and laughs softly, "and the way you make me feel terrifies me. I don't think there's anything I wouldn't do for you," so if he ever did have a problem.. all he had to do was say it. If there's anything she's learned here today, it's that she'd leave it all behind for him.
His hand is warm against her skin as it passes into her hair. She leans into it with closed eyes, touches her forehead against his, and she has all the resistance of putty. Her own hands glide over his skin to embrace him, joining around his neck.
He pulls back and she blinks up at him, that is, until he presses his lips against her forehead. Which is perhaps her favorite kind of kiss. The kind that takes away all of her stress, pulls it out of her churning mind with gentle understanding, that silently tells her he's there for her.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she peers up at him with a bit of a spark back in her gaze, before she smiles and suddenly her hands are going for his ribs to tickle him again.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
