"Say something." I beg.
Say you hate me, say you love me back, say i'm disgusting, just say something. Something but unbearable silence. I hate silence more than i hate talking.
His lips shove to mine and happiness springs my body, so i let myself follow his lead. He shifts so he's on my lap, and i pick him up and lay him on the bed.
I can do this.
He just needs to let the happiness his feels continue to fill me up. He needs to keep touching me like this.
I yank off his shirt and he suddenly throws a pillow for whatever reason. I don't care. This is happening.
I trail kisses down from his jaw and stop at his ear, to give him a warning, if i'm silent about this, i will murder him by mistake. "Don't stop touching me, okay?"
He nods, running his hands on my back and then shoves o
