pillow talk "what are you thinking about right now?" she asks me, auburn eyes glowing in the dim light of my bedroom. i turn my head away, i don't want to say. "i don't want to tell you." "just tell me," she says. i shake my head against the pillow. "i know what you're thinking. i can read you." "oh yeah? tell me the story." "are you sure?" i smile, nod. she kisses my neck, my chin, my cheek, punctuating each phrase with a kiss. "you're thinking that this is kind of intense, that you're falling for me, that you're in love with me but you don't want to say it because you're scared. am i right?" i sigh out a "yeah" and nod, it's hard to breathe when she's kissing me everywhere and looking so deeply into my eyes, like she's trying to pull out all my secrets and i can't stop thinking that she wouldn't be holding me the way she is or kissing every inch of my skin so slowly if she weren't in love with me too. "and you're scared that i'm going to hurt you. baby, i'm not going to hurt you." "i know." she's smiling, she's so smug sometimes. "you love me." and i keep my eyes on hers when i breathe out, "i love you." she smiles, the kind of smile that takes up her whole face and there's a look in her eyes like she's feeling so much right then. and she says, "it was brave of you to say that" with a breathless sort of laugh in her voice. "it just felt right," i tell her. she kisses my neck, my lips, my nose, sits up and holds my gaze for a second. "i love you too." sealed with a kiss. i'm yours. |