a time our muses kissed . accepting .
love sick ! letha’s sick to her stomach with the incredible flutter of butterflies’ wings ; that had her heart racing and her palms slick with sweat . it’s a nervous kind of love , full of stumbles and laughs : it’s her first , at least , that’s what she tells herself . the first time she’s felt like this since jesse mccartney , and he doesn’t count . she tells herself that what they’ve got is real , not just some high school fling that’ll be over just as soon as it’d started . that maybe they were soulmates !!
a stray fingertip finds a belt loop of his jeans , using it as a vantage point to bring their bodies close as possible . she’s needy , craving his attention after a severe lacking of it in their time apart . as if their passing meeting in the halls and cafeteria were mere seconds : as if it had been years since she’d last seen him rather than a few hours . her arm raises , palm rests open on his jaw , gaze wandering from his eyes to his lips spastically . she wants so badly to lean forward and close the gap , to feel like she was a whole again , like his touch had the power to do that .
❝ today was so incredibly boring -- ❞ eyes closed then , moment prolonged , tongue grazes over dried lips . ❝ school really seems so pointless when you think about it . ❞ lids half - open , green gaze set upon his . feeble attempt at playful flirtation , letha’s fading words evident she’s unable to keep up such a facade . it’s then that her chin tilts forward , soft at first , with her fingers tangling into the curled ends of his hair . lips moving in some sort of synchronized dance they’d practiced a million and one times already , his hands on her hips , she felt safe . she felt in love .