On Lovers’ Lips – Part 3

i was so, so high.

and yet completely aware of the fact that his arms were wrapped protectively around my waist, subtly playing with my belly piercing. a few times, he kissed me discreetly — my hands, my cheeks, my hair. “are you okay, Jade?” i was fine. in fact, i was more than fine — i felt great. the alcohol has evidently gotten to me at long last, and the grass made me feel like i was floating somewhat. safe. numb. in my happy place.

somewhere at the back of my mind i knew i was in an extremely compromising position. he was whispering sweet nothings to me while playing with my hair; and i was all ears. wait, hold up. dare i? was i not already juggling enough balls in the air? sooner or later they would all come crashing down; i could not, after all, catch them all before they fall.

and i was going to break his heart.

it was inevitable. i half-listened as my friends cracked jokes all around us — i was already falling asleep. forever passed, and in my subconscious i was only aware of Carla Bruni playing on the stereo. everyone else was dead asleep, scattered randomly all over the living room. he tugged on my fingers as he rose to his feet; like a magnet, i followed in his footsteps as he led me upstairs to his room.

his room.

i heard the click as he closed the door and locked it behind us — and then his lips were all over me. i could get used to this; the risk is worth taking. i would never get hurt; my heart knew enough. in the dark, he peeled off layers of me — not clothes, not literally every piece of my attire; but breaking through this front, climbing over the wall i’ve built up. if this didn’t last till the morning after, if it was only for tonight … would i mind? if this didn’t go any further, at least i had tonight.

we had tonight.

and then i, i ceased to think.

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