SimplyMe

iamnotafraidtodream:

The night was silent as they lay in the thickness of the grass; cool and moist against their skin. “Look,” he pointed as a star shot across the sky. “That one’s for you. Make a wish.”

“No,” she said.

His breath formed a cloud as he exhaled. “Why not? Don’t you believe in wishing on shooting stars?”

“You don’t get it.” She gently traced the scar along his wrist and intertwined her fingers with his. “I have everything I could possibly wish for right here.” She gave his hand a squeeze and let go. He turned toward her, pulling her closer to his body. She felt the warmth of his skin and inhaled a faint smell of mint that lingered on his skin. She ran her fingers through his hair as they began to kiss with an intensity that was heading toward something far more. She hesitated and pulled away as her thoughts echoed with uncertainty. He gently brushed away the hair away from her face as he looked at her.

“Do you love me?” he asked. He pressed his hand against her lower back and as the space between them diminished, the cold frigid air steamed off their warm bodies. She leaned in and brushed her lips across his.

“Always.” She knew that she really loved him and that was all she needed to prove before she let herself go.