who needs you

I, did all I could, so kiss this one more time, 'cause I'm gone for good. You, misunderstood, so kiss this one last time, and I'm gone for good.

[marenaofslovenia-blog]

“You do it first, and I’ll follow.” 

[stylistsydney-blog]

“Come on then.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

He was shocked when they’re lips met and he shoved away the thousands of questions forming rapidly in his head. His arm slowly wrapped around her waist and his eyes fluttered shut as he deepened their kiss, pulling the girl closer to his body.

[stylistsydney-blog]

Sydney was shocked that he was kissing her back, it felt surreal, it was something she’d pictured in her head but she never thought it would actually happen. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders but pulled away from the kiss, just to look up at him.

[endlessrage]

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Make me.” He said, smiling at her as he continued softly poking her cheek. She was beautiful and even more so when she smiled.

[stylistsydney-blog]

Sydney sighed, the only method she knew of shutting boys up was by kissing them, so that was exactly what she did.

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Or what?” He asked, poking her soft cheek.

[stylistsydney-blog]

“Or I’ll make you.” Syd laughed.

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Then why do you look like you’re about to bite my head off?” He asked, raising a brow. The healer couldn’t help but smile at her mood swings.

[stylistsydney-blog]

“Oh shut up.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“You’re not.” He asked, moving to her other side to face her again. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

[stylistsydney-blog]

“Nothing is wrong.” Sydney snipped.

[marenaofslovenia-blog]

“What if I hurt myself?” 

[stylistsydney-blog]

“You won’t, trust me.”

[kingxsantino-blog]

“Whose bed is it?” 

[stylistsydney-blog]

“My friend Paolo’s.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Yes, you are.” He argued. “You’re doing that thing… with your face again.” He said, gesturing to the slight pout of her lips. His gaze lingered a second longer than he wanted.

[stylistsydney-blog]

“You mean pouting?” Sydney asked, shaking her head and turning away from him. “Shut up, I’m fine.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Why so grim?” He asked, sensing the annoyance in her tone.

[stylistsydney-blog]

“I’m not being grim.” Sydney mumbled, crossing her arms.

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Precisely. You’re like a little sister to me.” He said, wrapping an arm around the girl. Except she wasn’t, really. The curves of her body haunt her at night and he spends his waking days wondering what her lips taste like. No one needed to know.

[stylistsydney-blog]

Sydney rolled her eyes. “Yeah okay.” She didn’t want him to look at her like a little sister, there was a reason she’d been wearing tighter clothing around him lately.

[paolocolijn-blog]

“Still younger.” He replied, a little surprised that it had bothered her so much when she was okay with it before.

[stylistsydney-blog]

“Only by a few years.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“You okay, kid?”

[stylistsydney-blog]

“I’m fine.” Sydney shrugged. “Why do you call me kid, I’m not that much younger than you.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

He took her by the hand and led her towards the kitchen. “Pretty sure it’s the guard’s lunch break. We should get by just fine.”

[stylistsydney-blog]

Sydney pulled her hand away from his, she didn’t need him to lead her by the hand like a small child. “Alright...”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“You know me too well.” He quipped, grinning at the girl. “Shall we?”

[stylistsydney-blog]

Sydney grinned. “Yes I do, and yes we shall.”

[paolocolijn-blog]

“If we get in trouble, we’ll never get caught.” He replied with a wink, helping her down the table. “So is that a yes?”

[stylistsydney-blog]

“That’s a fine, it’s a reluctant yes because I know you aren’t going to change your mind.”