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He never took his expressive eyes off me as he shook his head, “No, I mean it. I want to hear you sing, Chase. You know, I hear you all the time in my head, but it’s not the same. Please, I really want to be able to remember you like this.”
I almost couldn’t fight back the burning sensation pressing against my eyes.
Tears. They were bearing down so hard that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold them back much longer.
Trying not to find his eyes, I stared around the rooftop and chewed on my lips, twisting my fingers around in my lap.
“What’s wrong, Chase?” I heard Avery whisper as he moved closer, kneeling in front of me and taking my hand.
Oh, don’t do that, I thought to myself.
The burning only got worse as I shook my head. He sighed and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer out of me. I blinked long and hard. Inevitable that tears were going to fall, but if I sang, maybe I could avoid the conversation all together and I wouldn’t have to try to make sense of what was going on in my head. I took a deep breath, sat up onto my knees in front of him, and closed my eyes.
In a hushed, broken voice, I started singing. The lyrics flowed through me and spilled from my lips as though my mind had no control. The words to “Iris” floated out into the night air, meaning more in that moment than I ever could have known.
Before I could finish the chorus, I felt his hand slide against my tear stained cheek and into my hair as he pulled me into him, his lips hungrily searching for mine. That was the moment I had been waiting for. It didn’t just feel right, it felt like my whole world started and ended in the arms of this boy. Regret would never touch this memory.
My hands traveled around his neck and slipped into his hair, softly tangling themselves in the soft blonde strands as I pulled him against me. His hand trailed down my side until it rested on my hip and suddenly grasped onto it, being careful to avoid the newly tattooed side. The fierceness of his touch matched the urgency within me.
This just wasn’t close enough, though. Something inside of me felt like a starving, caged animal desperate to break free for just one taste. I didn’t understand it, but that didn’t matter. My mind and body craved him more than air—more than life. I broke our kiss long enough to push the sides of his jacket off his shoulders and then frantically grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He helped me pull it over his head and in the dim light from the nearby street lamps, I looked at the most beautiful male body I had ever seen.
Sparrows and nautical stars were beautifully inked on the skin of each of his tautly sculpted shoulders; the words “Lack of Passion is Fatal” scripted across his collarbone. My eyes never had a chance to finish roaming all the rigid contours of his body before I felt his hands eagerly glide up my thighs and push my dress up as he stroked his thumb lazily along my heated skin. I helped him tug my dress off and threw it to the side. He hauled me into his arms; the sensation of his warm body brushing against mine only made me want him more. Avery started to trail a path of lingering kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, and slowly down my neck that sent a rushing tidal wave of goose bumps across my body. When his teeth grazed my collarbone, I shivered against him. His fingertips meticulously skimmed every area of my exposed skin. Avery gently grabbed the side of my head and looked deep into my eyes as he lightly traced his thumb around my lips. With a smoldering look in his eyes, he leaned into me and caught my lips with his own, unleashing a whirlwind of desperation as we frantically tore off the rest of our clothing. Before I knew it, I was laying beneath this man, arching into him, my bare flesh pressed against the hard lines of his body.
What I felt in that moment went beyond want and need.
I whimpered as he began languidly kissing his way down my chest, stopping to draw
He never took his expressive eyes off me as he shook his head, “No, I mean it. I want to hear you sing, Chase. You know, I hear you all the time in my head, but it’s not the same. Please, I really want to be able to remember you like this.”
I almost couldn’t fight back the burning sensation pressing against my eyes.
Tears. They were bearing down so hard that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold them back much longer.
Trying not to find his eyes, I stared around the rooftop and chewed on my lips, twisting my fingers around in my lap.
“What’s wrong, Chase?” I heard Avery whisper as he moved closer, kneeling in front of me and taking my hand.
Oh, don’t do that, I thought to myself.
The burning only got worse as I shook my head. He sighed and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer out of me. I blinked long and hard. Inevitable that tears were going to fall, but if I sang, maybe I could avoid the conversation all together and I wouldn’t have to try to make sense of what was going on in my head. I took a deep breath, sat up onto my knees in front of him, and closed my eyes.
In a hushed, broken voice, I started singing. The lyrics flowed through me and spilled from my lips as though my mind had no control. The words to “Iris” floated out into the night air, meaning more in that moment than I ever could have known.
Before I could finish the chorus, I felt his hand slide against my tear stained cheek and into my hair as he pulled me into him, his lips hungrily searching for mine. That was the moment I had been waiting for. It didn’t just feel right, it felt like my whole world started and ended in the arms of this boy. Regret would never touch this memory.
My hands traveled around his neck and slipped into his hair, softly tangling themselves in the soft blonde strands as I pulled him against me. His hand trailed down my side until it rested on my hip and suddenly grasped onto it, being careful to avoid the newly tattooed side. The fierceness of his touch matched the urgency within me.
This just wasn’t close enough, though. Something inside of me felt like a starving, caged animal desperate to break free for just one taste. I didn’t understand it, but that didn’t matter. My mind and body craved him more than air—more than life. I broke our kiss long enough to push the sides of his jacket off his shoulders and then frantically grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He helped me pull it over his head and in the dim light from the nearby street lamps, I looked at the most beautiful male body I had ever seen.
Sparrows and nautical stars were beautifully inked on the skin of each of his tautly sculpted shoulders; the words “Lack of Passion is Fatal” scripted across his collarbone. My eyes never had a chance to finish roaming all the rigid contours of his body before I felt his hands eagerly glide up my thighs and push my dress up as he stroked his thumb lazily along my heated skin. I helped him tug my dress off and threw it to the side. He hauled me into his arms; the sensation of his warm body brushing against mine only made me want him more. Avery started to trail a path of lingering kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, and slowly down my neck that sent a rushing tidal wave of goose bumps across my body. When his teeth grazed my collarbone, I shivered against him. His fingertips meticulously skimmed every area of my exposed skin. Avery gently grabbed the side of my head and looked deep into my eyes as he lightly traced his thumb around my lips. With a smoldering look in his eyes, he leaned into me and caught my lips with his own, unleashing a whirlwind of desperation as we frantically tore off the rest of our clothing. Before I knew it, I was laying beneath this man, arching into him, my bare flesh pressed against the hard lines of his body.
What I felt in that moment went beyond want and need.
I whimpered as he began languidly kissing his way down my chest, stopping to draw
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