With his fingers laced with yours he moved his hands from left to right, feeling as having such a weight on top of him was supposed to crush him, but it wasn’t your weight that made him feel as if he was unable to breath. It were the emotions inside of your eyes that made his heart beat faster and his mind feel clouded. For the longest period of time he had honestly believed that he would never have someone looking at him like that. The only thing he could do was stare back up at you, the pillows of the couch poking inside of his back and neck as he smiled, since that was the only thing left for him to do. Any other expression would have made this moment less perfect than it actually was and that was how it made him feel. His eyes lazily wandered from the messy bun on top of your head, moving from one side to another as you did towards the few strands that were still hugging your forehead. To him there wasn’t anything quite as beautiful as the eyes that were gazing upon him, as if he was looking right at the stars. Your face, free of any make up to keep your breathtaking flaws to him seemed happy and relaxed as you squeezed your hands around his, testing the touch of it as if you had never felt them before. He couldn’t help but admire the way his shirt clung your body and no matter how badly he wished that you weren’t wearing anything at all, he would probably never get over the thought of you in his clothing. It fitted you much better than it did him and he knew that you’d love to keep it if you had the chance. It wouldn’t be the first time you had stolen his shirts, they were starting to pile up in your closet but he surely didn’t mind sharing. He was still coming down from his high, his heart was still beating rapidly inside of his chest while his breathing had settled back to normal. It amazed him that you had seemed to take control again so quickly while he was still recovering from everything you had just done. If your parents would only know what had happened on their couch just a few minutes ago he would never be allowed in the house again. 

“Your parents aren’t going to like this. Maybe we should start moving and pretend as if we’ve been in your room all along.” He hummed, feeling his entire being protesting to the idea of destroying this peaceful moment and of his thoughts having to go back to reality. He had been on cloud nine for the entire afternoon, enjoying the rush that your nearness caused to him. Just a few minutes ago he had felt as if he had been floating in outer space, it was much to early for him to come down. To his surprise you beamed out a smile, lighting up the room with your personality as you always did. Normally worrying about your parents running into you was your task, not his, so your reaction was surely unexpected from his side. “They won’t return home before tonight, we’re as safe as we can be.” You explained your comfort and he tried not to show off exactly how happy those words made him feel. The thought that he had you all to himself all day was enough to make him feel as if he could handle the world. He playfully moved his hands to the side, creating some room for you as he spotted you bending down, reaching out for him as if it was your second nature. He was amazed by how easy it seemed for you to touch him, while it had been so hard for him to allow himself to come to the point where it was okay to touch you. His past gad surely left a mark on him, though none of that seemed to matter when he was with you. At those moments he felt as if he was making up for all the lost times, for everything he had missed out on, as if the love he got from you was thousand times as good and much better than the love his parents ever could have given him. His eyes closed in contentment as your lips brushed against the side of his throat, barely present but still enough to make him shiver. “You can stay the night if you want to, they won’t expect anything different.” You reassured him, causing that same pan of doubt to fill the pit of his stomach. From the very first moment your folks had been nothing but nice to him, inviting him over for dinner and letting him stay over as if he was the perfect son in law. Though even he knew that he couldn’t be what they had actually wished for their daughter. 

After being a guest in your presence for the past few months he knew just how special you were, making him wish he would never have to leave your side. Your light filled his world of darkness as his personal moon and every time you were around everything seemed to be so much better, so much more passioned. But a guy like him, with a rough past, with barely enough money to support himself, leave alone you as well and a drawing of pain lingering around on his skin could impossibly be what they had hoped for. Usually parents wanted someone who was able to support their children, who had the chance to a successful and bright future, he was nothing like that. Though they had never made him feel as if he wasn’t accepted, as if he wasn’t worth it. “I just don’t want to come of as if I’ taking advantage of them. I’ll just head home.” The words left his lips in great displeasure, because actually he didn’t want to use them. There was nothing that sounded more tempting than staying here with you. He really enjoyed sharing a bed with you, to just lay beside you and hold you during your most peaceful moments, to share your warmth and to let you know that he was always there for you comfort. The thought of having to go back home himself, to spend the night with his foster family was almost too hard to bare as he