strawberry nicotine // jack avery
love is a complicated thing. a complex, fascinating, beautiful thing.
jack avery never thought he’d find love until he met you.
until his eyes met your starry gaze, until his touch felt your velvet skin. it was as if his eyes were opened to all the beautiful things he was missing without you.
your kiss was like a drug. a sweet, strawberry nicotine that he could never get quite enough of. a single kiss left his craving for the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your lip gloss lingering like the morning dew. the soft plumpness of his lips fit perfectly with yours, each ridge and bump seeming like it was made for each other.
his touch was like silk sheets under your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to tangle yourself up in the fabric until you couldn’t breathe. it was soft and gentle, his fingertips dancing with yours, or tracing patterns on your hip. it was the kind of touch that could warm you in the coldest nights, the touch that could wrap you up in it’s alluring embrace and you’d never want it to let go.
your voice was a angel chorus of melodies. he may be the singer, but if he had the choice he would listen to your sweet tone every second of every day. your laugh was like bells, floating in the wind and beckoning him to come closer. from the way you would tell him you loved him before he went to work to the moment before he would run onstage, it was like your voice was always with him. telling him to move forward. telling him he could do it.
his eyes would sparkle like melted chocolate, a smooth and sweet gaze that could make you dissolve like hot butter. it was a gaze that could hold the softest of clouds to the fieriest of lust. eyes that held a thousand emotions, but only one was prominent when he looked at you.
love.
love was something jack avery thought was unattainable until he met you. and when he did meet you, he realized the sheer beauty of love.
love could make you smile. it could make you cry. it had the power to make you feel a thousand different things at the same time. it was addicting, the feeling of being loved. and jacked craved love from only one person. you
and he would always come back to the sweet, strawberry nicotine of your love.