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He was the closest thing to a friend I ever had.
I open my eyes and he’s standing right in front of me. My
heart is a field of lilies blooming under a pane of glass,
pitter-pattering to life like a rush of raindrops. His jaw is as
tight as his eyes as tight as his fists as tight as the strain in
his arms.
“You’ve always known?” 3 whispered words and he’s
broken my dam, unlocked my lips and stolen my heart all
over again. I can hardly feel the tears streaming down my
face.
“Adam.” I try to laugh and my lips trip on a stifled sob. “I’d
recognize your eyes anywhere in the world.”
And that’s it.
This time there’s no self-control.
This time I’m in his arms and against the wall and I’m
trembling everywhere and he’s so gentle, so careful,
touching me like I’m made of porcelain and I want to
shatter.
He’s running his hands down my body running his eyes
across my face running laps with his heart and I’m running
marathons with my mind.
Everything is on fire. My cheeks my hands the pit of my
stomach and I’m drowning in waves of emotion and a storm
of fresh rain and all I feel is the strength of his silhouette
against mine and I never ever ever ever want to forget this
moment. I want to stamp him into my skin and save him
forever.
He takes my hands and presses my palms to his face and I
know I never knew the beauty of feeling human before this.
I know I’m still crying when my eyes flutter closed.
I whisper his name.
And he’s breathing harder than I am and suddenly his lips
are on my neck and I’m gasping and dying and clutching at
his arms and he’s touching me touching me touching me
and I’m thunder and lightning and wondering when the hell
I’ll be waking up.