Nothing Between Us

another night again.HIM.part6

I do not remember what we did today or talked about. Every day, we talk about everything that comes to mind. Our talks will be anything and everything. I remember us talking about our birthdays and astrology. Then, in our day-to-day life, what we do daily when school comes around. What music do we listen to for different moods or times? What do we like to eat, favorite colors, animals, clothes, day, store, items, hobbies? How do we feel during tough times? Even though we are middle schooners going into high school in the next months.

I do like listening to him when he talks. He talks funnily, and I laugh and chuckle at every word he speaks. I look at his lips even though they are a bit chap with his skin peeling off a bit. His lips are bleeding a bit. I should tell him. But if I do, he will stop talking. I should just tell him.

"Milo!" I pointed to my lips. He is looking at my lips now. He licked his lips and then locked straight into my eyes. Then, he looked back at my lips and smirked. What is this supposed to mean?

"Thanks, Kiara!" He bites his lip to peel off the skin that was looking at me earlier.

the sun is setting, and the lights are turned on.

As I positioned myself next to the wall, I could feel its rough texture beneath me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I sensed the coldness creeping up my body, making me shiver. The chill was refreshing and helped me to clear my head after a long day.

I felt his presence behind me as the coldness washed away. This summer's intense heat is bearing down upon me, making me feel like I am standing in the middle of a blazing furnace. Every moment feels like an eternity, with the sweat pouring down my back and my clothes sticking to my skin. The oppressive heat seemed to have enveloped everything around me, leaving me surprised.

He whispered in my ear, "Kiara!"

I turned around, seeing him looking at me with such passionate eyes, and said,"YeAh!"

His face is so close to mine. I can see his eyelashes. They seem short and thick. His eyes are round, and I can see myself in his eyes. I wonder if he thinks the same way as I do. Does he feel the same way?

I can hear his heart pounding. Is it for me?

"Music?"

"Yeah."

9 minutes later.

"Hey, you fell asleep. I am going back to my room."

"I didn't, I just closed my eyes."

"Okay..."

1 minute later.

"Hey, is it okay if I do that?"

"Yeah."

I slowly and gently placed my arm on him as he closed his eyes, feeling his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I shifted my body to get a better look at him, admiring the peaceful expression on his face as he slept. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness, as if everything in the world was exactly as it should be. With a soft and tender touch, I humbly patted his stomach, as a mother would comfort her child, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath beneath my hand. I will always cherish a moment of pure love and tenderness.

3 minutes later.

I stopped and got up, getting ready to leave. He woke up and looked at me. He didn't want me to stop but to continue. I walked back, and he said, "Just go to sleep, Kiara."