summary: just a small blurb about a cozy summer afternoon with calum
“How are you feeling”
“I don’t know, nice. Nice and cozy.”
You closed your eyes and let this musical silence dance between you and Calum, your bodies tangled like one single being in the swaying hammock.
Calum spoke again, something soft and quiet, and the corners of your lips stretched slightly in a tired smile. It didn’t matter what he said because both of you knew that no word could ever properly accompany this paradisiac instant that seemed frozen into time.
You could feel everything in a delicious blur; the soft breeze blowing in your hair and caressing your cheek, the leaves sighing in response, the birds chirping keys to a song only the sky knew, the puffy clouds drifting in slow motion above you and the periodic squeaking of the hammock.
It was exquisite, how you felt the slight weight of Calum’s fingers on your thigh, his breath fanning in your relaxed back and, from time to time, his warm lips on your warmer skin, sending sweet shivers down your spine in an airy contrast.
You lived for those summer afternoons, where the sun and the wind would be all you ever needed, this and Calum’s voice meandering around, ranging from aimless whispers to carefully recited verses, the traces of another stanza forming up in his mind.
Sometimes he would even sing and it would never fail to impress you- how his effortless warbling sounded like the most beautiful symphony, along with the countless chimes of your surroundings. To you he had the most alluring voice, and your infatuated eyes, filled in awe, would make him chuckle every time he’d glance at you.
Yes, it was those moments that you cherished the most, those moments that no photograph, no word could ever grasp.
Nothing in the world could describe the sight of Calum’s peaceful expression, adorned with pieces of sun and pretty shadows, a breathing masterpiece which your eyes were the only and lucky spectator.
And so, as your thoughts quieted down under the seeping wave of sleep, you heard him murmur softly:
“I wish this could last forever. you..me… and this.”
To which you drowsily hummed an almost inaudible “yes”, and you both knew it was all enough.
a concept: michael’s voice, muffled by your hair and skin, frantically repeating some vague “i love you”s and “i’ve missed you so much”s, his face nuzzled in your neck while he peppers every reachable surface with tiny kisses, his arms tightly wrapped around your body
