touch prompt 17 for bryce 🥺
this ended up way softer than I first thought it would, omg.
17. touch after an argument | Bryce Lahela/Casey Valentine
He trails off, his eyes searching yours. His eyebrows are furrowed and you can see his fingers picking at the sleeve of his pink jumper. You feel yourself begin to soften at the uncertainty in his voice and it’s as if your hand is aching to touch him. You uncross your arms and almost reach out, crossing the barrier of the argument hanging between you.
You look down and see his fingers twitch, as if they’re trying to close the gap too. The anger flares up in you again and you turn away, wrapping your arms around yourself, your hands in tight fists.
“I need more from you, Bryce.” You’re trying to keep your voice steady, but your heart is hammering at your chest and you’re sure it’s so loud he can hear it giving away just how much you care.
He lets out a sigh and you hear him step closer behind you. “Casey, I want to give you everything.”
Without turning around, you reply, “You do?” Your voice is barely a whisper.
“Hey, look at me?” You turn, strands of hair falling into your face, arms still hugging your torso. There’s a smile threatening to take over your face as you look at him again. His face, usually sporting an attractive smirk, is more sincere than you’ve ever seen it. His brown eyes are big, looking over you with wonder, and the smile on his lips is wide, showing you that dimple on the left side. “Casey.”
Your name is enough from those lips to have you melting inside. You step closer, the gap between you almost non-existent, but full of electricity.
“You are everything to me.”
He lifts a hand to your face, not quite touching you. His eyes flicker between yours, as if asking for permission.
You close your eyes and lean into his touch, resting your cheek against his hand. The rings on his fingers are cold against your face. It sends shivers down you. “You’re everything to me, too.
He turns your face towards him and you smile as you feel him getting closer. Just before his lips touch yours, he whispers, “Good.” He closes the gap, kissing you softly, and you both smile against each other.
