"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..." sad :((
SHE’S ALL STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM, a flickering bout of divine sunshine in his cloudless existence, the pallor of her skin a lovely blush shade sure to put aphrodite’s chiselled alabaster statues to shame. the spark of life beneath isaac’s lingering fingertips has him lit up like an exit sign flashing red, yellow, green – pass and go, collect $200.
the thing is, he doesn’t want to flee the stage mid-program, because he’s never really been the selfless kind of guy. that, and his present state of disbelief, is enough to keep him a fixture in a bed plush enough to be mistaken heaven’s cloud.
does that make his bed companion an angel? wouldn’t surprise him.
it isn’t until she speaks that isaac’s hand snatches away like a child touching hotplate, burned. embarrassment paints his throat – compliments the marks left an etching the night before. were it not for the bruise-kissed skin and her bare ivory shoulders, he might’ve thought he’d imagined last night.
❛ – i’ve, uh… never done this before. did you– was i supposed to go? ❜
a shaky hand pushing through messy curls, he begins the slow process of reassembly, the messy bits and pieces of vulnerability returning to their proper compartments, worn leather chairs in the empty hallways of his heart. again, he has to remind himself – he isn’t that person anymore, the one that shies away, flinching from inevitable rejection. isaac ignores the shatterbeat of his chaotic pulse; instead, settles comfortably on his back, staring at the ceiling.
❛ well, too late now. ❜
「☓」: meme: the morning after! (accepting)
