A chill jolted up her spine as she sat in the chair at the table. How could skin so warm remain unaffected by the air freezing her blood? A hand slid its way upon her shoulder, as a friendly face appeared. So slender, yet stronger than boys double his size, he could over power her in an instant though the angel inside him would never allow such an action. “Cold?” he asked, with a smile. The random chills were quite familiar to him, he would have noticed even if others remain oblivious. Her fingers ran themselves over the smooth, bare skin of his arms, so warm to her touch. “You’re so warm, I’m freezing” she remarked. “I’ll keep you warm” he promised, standing on the left hand side of her seat. His arms wrapped around her shoulders, as hers locked against his back. “Hey, that’s my job”. A voice carried from across the room, observing the embrace. Deep dark chocolate eyes flashing multiple emotions and expressions as once, unconscious smile pasted to his face. He crossed the room in seconds, breaking the current embrace, the slender boy walking away. This too familiar soul took the place beside the chair. His arms reached down to reach her shoulders and she lifted her arms tying them around his stomach. He leaned down for her convenience, evening their heights. His body was built much wider than the other boy, shoulders and chest broad; he easily enveloped her short, slender figure. Thick arms held her tightly, hands resting on her long locks. She rested her face on his chest, so warm, comfortable, and safe; if she had her way she would have never separated. “You do feel really hot, you know” the boy remarked. His hand slid onto the middle of her thigh and downwards, lifted for a minute and then pressed tenderly against her forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, eyes and voice giving away a hint of concern. She pulled him close once more. “I feel fine, really, just awfully cold”. “I can fix that, it’s my job” he reminded her, no space restricting their embrace. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, taking in the closeness. A moment like this would never mean half as much to him as it did to her. He already had a girl of his own, someone to hold during the hard times, to share those tender moments with, to love all the time.
As much as she wished things could have been that someone, the reality was:
he would never truly be hers...
^ all me, moment in my life recently
for all those people who cant have who they want because
they belong to someone else
think i should write another scene? comment and let me know.
the memories never fade away.
-lovely11
lovely11