#crushposting

you two have been out today for the past three hours, the hot summer sun beating down on your skin. a glittery sheen of sweat adorns your respective shoulders as he walks you back to your car. his hand rests on your lower back, slowly curling around your waist until his palm is flush against your lower belly. you try hard not to blush, leaning subtly into his touch. warmth and safety slowly enveloping your body and soul.

you reach your car and stop beside the driver’s side door. he looks you up and down, glancing longer at your lips before meeting your eyes. you look away for a moment, but his hand finds the side of your face. he brushes a piece of hair from your eyes and tilts your chin back to him. you meet his gaze. his shining pools of light beckoning you closer. you struggle to hold from the intensity.

you wet your lips just a tad, unconsciously though immediately drawing his attention back to your mouth. you know what’s coming. he’s close. feet slotted between yours. inner thighs touching. his fingertips against your cheek. you swallow.

your heart beats an impossible rhythm against your ribcage as you watch him lean in slow motion. soon, a hand is on either side of your face. holding you still, but soft and sensitive. his eyes scan each muscle in your face as they tremor and he inches toward you.

and he’s here. touching you. kissing you. your eyelids fall shut just a second too late and you feel your lips linger just a second too long. it’s over. you’re internally cursing yourself for being so stiff, so stupid, so wrong. but you catch his eyes. big and blown and totally, completely in love. in awe of you and all that you are.

and he’s so incredibly blessed to be on the same earth as you. at the same time and in the same spot. he’s metaphorically down on his knees thanking his lucky stars and you can’t help but share in his joy. a small shy quirk creeping onto your lips as the memory infects you both. stirring the deepest untouched parts of each other only to reassure that it’s real.

he’s here. you’re here. and for the first time in forever, neither feels like running from the most human part of themselves.

him: i hate ai. i hate it. i hate it so much.

me: *nods* *offers to shake hands*

him: *shakes hands* you don't know how much i hate ai. i want it dead.