Bellamy POV
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I didn't hear what he said ,because i was too busy looking into his eyes
When was the last time I was hold ,this close
Not to feel me but to protect me from falling ?
Not lusting over me
But holding me out of concern
God , unknowingly I run my hands on his chest (I'm drunk
wasted)
He's still in his blue shirt which he wore this morning to school but his suit coat is off along with his tie
He's handsome and I'm drunk
I'm so wasted ,I feel so many different thoughts inside me and none of them are appropriate
Or even close to being appropriate
And he looks like a forbidden fruit in front of me
Like a temptation
"Bellamy " he stresses my name as he holds my hand, firmly
Taking a step back and I pout instantly
I was liking the closeness you i***t
