I thought to myself as I stared at the beautiful boy sleeping next to me.
The sun was rising, and I looked over his bare shoulder to glance at the clock.
It was seven, the best time to wake up.
The best time to go to the beach.
His arms slid around me and pulled my waist closer to him, and I sighed as his bare chest radiated against mine.
It was probably scary to stare at someone while they sleep.
Even if it was your boyfriend?
I mean if he stared at me, I wouldn't be weirded out, just a bit embarrased, because I snore.
But I pushed my embarasing sleeping habits away to study the boy.
The beams of bright light made his hair appear golden almost.. His chest rose and fell gently as he breathed. It was perfect.
I remembered yesterday. The way he stood there, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. The way he held me, making sure he didn't let go at all We must have stood there for hours, and I haven't even brought myself to kiss him once yet. Pathetic. We spent all of this time talking about how much we meant to each other, and I was drunk off of his accent, I just listened as he rambled on. Now we both are in my apartment. And we're both laying here. In my bed. He's half naked. And we haven't even kissed yet.
I must have missed something..
Hair matted against his forehead and the blankets were pulled up over his mouth.
Just wake UP.
I screamed inwardly, and again felt butterflies in my stomach as he moaned tiredly.
Probably the most beautiful noise I have ever heard in my entire life. He took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting mine. A chill ran through my bones and my stomach lurched back and forth like a washing machine. This is not real. This is not real.
He gently leaned forward and kissed my nose, showing a smile that made me melt completely.
I wanted to tackle him. No. I wanted to kiss him.
I just wanted him.
Not even physically, I just his heart, his soul, his deepest thoughts and his bad days, the darkest corners of his brain.
With one smile, why couldn't any girl just see how perfect this boy is?
"Good morning, beautiful."
He croaked tiredly. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and ran a hand carefully up his chest, around his shoulders to tug him closer.
I soothed. I felt pathetic compared to him. here he was, some arrangement of beauty and perfection and i was simply.. well, blah.
It was silent for a moment as we stared at each other. I began to hint that I wanted to kiss him, biting my lip and staring at his.
Did.... He just move closer?
I pretended to fix my hair by lifting my head up, then letting it fall back down onto the pillow, letting oour noses graze against each other. His breath ghosted against mine and I didn't know if I was kidding myself or not.
I mean I got him to sleep in my bed, why would he not want to kiss me?
That sounds really conceited.
Just do it, you freakshow.
I leaned in slowly, watching as his eyes fell closed, so did mine.
My lips pressed against his and everything in my entire being just smiled, smiled, smiled.
This is bliss.
Sunlight poured on the two of us, thickening the room with it's light, making it hard to ignore.
I could lay here forever.
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Short Story / Romance
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