Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
Yours. The word whispers through every fiber of his being, filling him with electric hope that he hadn’t destroyed everything between them. That he hadn’t made her fear him entirely. That perhaps, one day, she may even forgive him for his weaknesses, for his failure.
When she doesn’t flinch away from him, instead drawing even closer, he stills. Is eyes slip closed as he revels in the warm weight of her against him, the feel of her soft skin, the gentle caress of her breath on his shoulder. Her lips on him send shivers across his spine, heat radiating from each point of contact, each whisper of movement. Until he can’t seem to prevent the way his lips draw over her spine, teeth scraping with impossible gentleness along the sweet, soft curve.
When she draws away however, he doesn’t try to stop her. The loss of her warmth, her closeness, brings a hollow ache, but still he lets her go. Her eyes rise to meet his, the uncertainty so clear even he can see it. He cannot blame her for it however. Does not know what else to say that might erase it. He had failed her spectacularly, and he deserves every misgiving, every bite of pain that her furrowed brown eyes tap into his soul.
Even the faint nod of acceptance cannot erase, though it eases the burden an infinitesimal amount.
Still, he closes the space between them even as she does the same, unable to resist. Unable to keep himself from her any longer. He closes his eyes as her lips trace his jaw, a slow sigh escaping his lips. After an endless moment, his mouth drops to the delicate bridge of her nose, to the soft hollow just beneath. Her words, when she finally speaks, squeeze his heart, causing him to still against her.
For a time he is silent, as though he might not respond to her admission. But then, quietly (barely more than a whisper), he offers an admission of his own, damning as it may be. “I did come back.”
Too many times to count, but he leaves that part unsaid.
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