Love stops when the rain does, chapter 5
I was lost.
Just lost.
His eyes just captivated me. I couldn't move at all. My breath was shakey. I was like a zombie. I felt as if his eyes were just holding me in place, like there was an invisible line connecting us. I could barley resist it. That was just about the most difficult moment for me. I didn't know whether to grab him and just kiss him, or just to stay in position. His face was a puddle of emotions. You know how in the city, where there is all that oil and stuff mixed in the puddle? That was the emotion in his face. It was a mix, between love, disappointment, sadness, and slight excitement. I didn't know, still, if I should tear that rope, radiating out from his enthralling indigo eyes, or to stare him down, gaining control over the situation. Then, I had made up my mind
I was, after all, more of the controlling type.
'Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn. Too many doses, and I'm starting to get an attraction. My confidence is leaving me on my own. No one can save me, and you know I don't want the attention.'
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
You've got to be shitting me. Why is my fucking phone ringing.
"Sorry," I muttered to him. He only smiled and nodded. I was kicking myself mentally for not shutting off my phone. How ironic. The moment I think that I can finally display my love for this man, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Yo yo yo! Waz up!?!" someone yelled back into the phone.
"Who the FUCK is this??" I yell back.
"I am Jesus! Who be you?" it yelled into the phone.
"Your mother, you fuck-wit," I said back as I slammed the phone shut.
...What anger issues?...
I felt too embarrassed to look back up at him, but I did anyway. His deep eyes were still on me. His lips were pressed tight together, hiding a smile that had begun to curl the corners of his mouth. His eyes shone with amusement. I could feel the blood rush to my face, though it barely mattered. You could hardly see me blush with the tone of my skin.
Yes. I tan. It's natural...don't give me that look. Screw you.
"You're lucky your skin is dark. No one can see you blush unless they're staring at you," he said quietly.
"Well, not many people stare at me," I replied in a whisper.
"I guess I'm not many people then, am I?" he said, also in a whisper. At this I realize how close we are. Not even an inch apart. I could almost feel the warmth of his body.
We stood in the silence for a few moments. Just staring at each other. I could hear him breathing steadily, his lips still curled in a smirk. Without warning, he gently grabbed both my hands and brought them around his waist, pulling me closer to him. As surprised as I was, I laid my head on his chest, inhaling his scent. I listened to his heartbeat, relaxing at the sound.
"You realize that you stop breathing for a moment when you're taken buy surprise?" he asked me.
"No. I'm not that observant," I said, my voice muffled in his chest. He chuckled a little. I could just see him smile in my mind. He rested his cheek on the top of my head, and muffled back, "I love you."
Just lost.
His eyes just captivated me. I couldn't move at all. My breath was shakey. I was like a zombie. I felt as if his eyes were just holding me in place, like there was an invisible line connecting us. I could barley resist it. That was just about the most difficult moment for me. I didn't know whether to grab him and just kiss him, or just to stay in position. His face was a puddle of emotions. You know how in the city, where there is all that oil and stuff mixed in the puddle? That was the emotion in his face. It was a mix, between love, disappointment, sadness, and slight excitement. I didn't know, still, if I should tear that rope, radiating out from his enthralling indigo eyes, or to stare him down, gaining control over the situation. Then, I had made up my mind
I was, after all, more of the controlling type.
'Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn. Too many doses, and I'm starting to get an attraction. My confidence is leaving me on my own. No one can save me, and you know I don't want the attention.'
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
You've got to be shitting me. Why is my fucking phone ringing.
"Sorry," I muttered to him. He only smiled and nodded. I was kicking myself mentally for not shutting off my phone. How ironic. The moment I think that I can finally display my love for this man, my phone rings.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Yo yo yo! Waz up!?!" someone yelled back into the phone.
"Who the FUCK is this??" I yell back.
"I am Jesus! Who be you?" it yelled into the phone.
"Your mother, you fuck-wit," I said back as I slammed the phone shut.
...What anger issues?...
I felt too embarrassed to look back up at him, but I did anyway. His deep eyes were still on me. His lips were pressed tight together, hiding a smile that had begun to curl the corners of his mouth. His eyes shone with amusement. I could feel the blood rush to my face, though it barely mattered. You could hardly see me blush with the tone of my skin.
Yes. I tan. It's natural...don't give me that look. Screw you.
"You're lucky your skin is dark. No one can see you blush unless they're staring at you," he said quietly.
"Well, not many people stare at me," I replied in a whisper.
"I guess I'm not many people then, am I?" he said, also in a whisper. At this I realize how close we are. Not even an inch apart. I could almost feel the warmth of his body.
We stood in the silence for a few moments. Just staring at each other. I could hear him breathing steadily, his lips still curled in a smirk. Without warning, he gently grabbed both my hands and brought them around his waist, pulling me closer to him. As surprised as I was, I laid my head on his chest, inhaling his scent. I listened to his heartbeat, relaxing at the sound.
"You realize that you stop breathing for a moment when you're taken buy surprise?" he asked me.
"No. I'm not that observant," I said, my voice muffled in his chest. He chuckled a little. I could just see him smile in my mind. He rested his cheek on the top of my head, and muffled back, "I love you."
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