#spookedshow

HERE WE GO. // ACCEPTING.

                  . : It’s surprising when fingers brush red hair away from her face, when large hands move to the back of her neck, cupping her neck between large palms. “– Town.” A whisper of words before lips meet her own. She hasn’t been kissed in awhile, not since Woody’s last visit home, not since he last kissed her goodbye. Aspen tastes like earth after rain, like pine and river water. She tastes like nature, it’s a taste that will stain his lips the same way her lipstick will. He tastes exactly how she’d expect; like mint and cigarette smoke.                    . : She is the first to pull back, tilting her head away from him, a hand pressing to his chest, guiding him away from her.”Jesus, Mack!.” She shoves him then, not too hard, just enough to make room between them, just enough so she can take in air without the smell of him. Her instincts tell her to push him again, HARDER. Push him HARDER, prove a fucking point ! She doesn’t, instead she takes a step back, cards a hand through her hair, watching him with wide eyes. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”