Caleb woke up to the prettiest damn sight he’s ever laid eyes on. Macy’s raven hair was strewn across his chest, her cheek resting over the spot where his heart was, and he was still inside her. Her legs were bent and resting at his sides while her hands were tucked in the crooks of his shoulders.
A warmth so potent spread throughout his body, he considered waking her up and running for the hills. But the tickle of her eyelashes and the warmth of her thighs reminded him why he was trying to over come everything he feared.
The night before kept on playing in his head. Not the part of endless hours of pure carnal sex, but beforehand. The cuddling on the couch in front of the t.v. making out like teenagers, whispering jokes into her ear while she concetrated on her homework. He was doing normal things that normal people do and he didn’t mind it all because he was with her. But he couldn’t deny it anymore, he led a life far from normal.
He tangled his fingers in the ends of her hair and tried not to focus on the comforting feeling her steady breath brought.
This was a Heaven so sweet, it felt like Hell.
Macy felt a shiver run up her back and tried to tuck herself into a smaller ball when she realized a heavy massy object was under her. She lifted her head and saw Caleb’s pale blue eyes crinkling at the corners and his crooked smile sending electricity through every one of her synapses.
In that moment then, she knew she loved him. In the constant enveloping heat that followed them everywhere, in the early hours of the morning, the sun slowly rising behind it’s curtain of darkness, she loved him. She always had.
She had wanted to tell him, whisper it to him in his ear, with him still inside her, but she couldn’t. She wanted to tattoo it on her arm and remind him everyday, hell, she wanted to write in the sky, but she refrained herself. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, but she knew they would hurt him. Instead, she buried them within her and let them hurt her. So she sat up with the poise and confidence she didn’t seem to belive, and looked down at the genesis of her warmest love and coldest pain.
She felt the welcoming sense of Caleb stretching her from the inside out. She rested her hands on his chest and began to rock her hips. She leaned over and kissed him, her hair falling around their faces, making a dark curtain from the rest of the world. They both reached their climaxes shortly after that.
Macy kissed Caleb’s wet spine and wrapped her arms around his torso.
“Come,” he said, stepping out of the water.
She stepped around him and turned away. She heard the snap of the shampoo bottle and softly moaned when his deft fingers massaged her scalp. Once he was satisfied with the thoroughly done job, he took the shower head and rinsed the soap from her midnight colored hair.
She poured shampoo into her palms and started to wash his hair. Over the weeks he had been here, Caleb’s hair had started to lose pigment in some areas, graying mostly in the temples. He reminded her of rich bourbon aged to perfection. She looked at his closed eyelids, then her gaze traveled downwards, all the way to his manly feet. He was definitely aged to perfection.
“What’s your favorite color,” she asked, running her hands up his shoulders.
He stepped under the spray, “Black.”
She rolled her eyes, “How minimalistic of you.”
His mouth twitched before he bent to kiss her cheekbone, “My favorite color is the color of your skin in the moonlight.”
He kissed her mouth, “It’s the color of your swollen lips after you’ve kissed me like you wanted to be loved.”
“It’s the color of your eyes right before you fall asleep, almost as if you’ve forgotten everything bad in the world,” he kissed her forehead, “The color of your hair thrown across the pillow, in the throes of passion so intense, I forget why I’m like this.”
He took her face in both of his hands, staring intently into her watery eyes, “It’s the color of my life after you stepped into it.”
She crushed her lips to his, kissing him with a voracious hunger she hadn’t known was settled in the bottom of her stomach. Her hands wrapped around his arms as he held her face. All the words she had never said to him were being inscribed in his tongue and his lips, she was saying everything she wanted to with small breaths and soft moans. The water beating on their bodies, setting the rythm of her heart beat.
His kisses were such precious gifts to her, he kissed her with everything he had to give. With power and passion and hunger, meaning he held nothing back. He was giving her everything, exposing everything, which almost meant that he was still isolating himself.
She pulled away with and looked into his ever hopeless eyes. He constantly seemed sad, the deep hopeless kind of sad, “I love you.”
His eyes widened and his lips quivered, almost as if someone had struck him across his face. She noticed the pulse in his neck beat rapidly before it had calmed down once more, he shut his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.
Caleb brought her body to his, slick and wet and slippery. He tried to mold his body as closely to hers as possible.
“I know,” he breathed.
Macy felt Caleb’s head hang low into the spot where her shoulder met her neck. His cheek resting against hers, as if he completed her. Even now as his hands possesively roamed around her back, she felt a thawing in her soul, she felt the desperate relief of being held. She wanted nothing more than to hear three little words come out of his mouth, but she knew his pain. She knew what it caused him, but he was trying. And that was good enough for her.
They stepped out of the shower and reached for towels in sync. She wrapped a towel around her body and he, around his waist. She moved to get lotion and he moved to find his comb. They did everything in a way only people who are comfortable around each other do things.
She lifted one of her legs to the counter and made eye contact with him, lathering her hands with lotion, “Are you ever going to tell me about your past?”
He made no signs of being surprised, “Are you ever going to let it go?”
She wrinkled her nose, “At least tell me why you’re going out of town next week?”
He moved to lean against the counter and watched her lotion her legs, “Work?”
She stood and dropped the towel, “You don’t even have a job.”
His face looked as if he faltered for a moment, as if he weren’t supposed to have said that, “Do you always ask this many questions?”
She reached around him for the comb, “Do you always dodge this many questions?”
He rolled his eyes, “It’s my forte.”
“So I’ve noticed,” she walked towards him, “Caleb, I want to know who you are, the good and the bad. But you want to keep all these thing to yourself, hidden in a little box and if you don’t open it up, we’re going to lose each other and I won’t be able to take this forever. I’m barely surviving it now.”
He stood up straight, taking her with him. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him as if he was the only thing holding her to the ground.
“I will tell you,” he said, his blue eyes shining, “I will tell you everything you want to know, as soon as I get back home next week.”
She slowly nodded, “You promise?”
He kissed the corner of her beautiful mouth, “I promise.”
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