This is something like the 19th romantic short story i've written (at least) -- it's one of my favorites!! So far everyone who's read it has liked it, but I trust the online folks more than my peers. Crits are welcome, and needed. Thanks!! ~Bella*Maria~
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Warmth. A sort of pleasant warmth created by being near someone you truly care about. The sort of warmth that radiates between two bodies, coming from deep within the veins. This warmth feels comfortable, even when paired with the intense heat of summer.
His arms are loose around my waist, holding me to him. My head rests nonchalantly against the hollow of his shoulder, near his collar bone. A deep breath fills my nose with his scent, the scent of new fallen rain. A sharp, inviting scent that never fails to catch my breath. Come to me, the scent suggests enticingly as I bury my face deep into his shoulder. The scent seeps slowly into me, adding to my tired high.
I’m not really high, of course. Joyfully love-drunk, perhaps, but not high. The summer air gives me a heady feeling as is – it’s the way the warm, flower-tinged air seems to wrap around my mind, fogging everything up a bit. This mixed with his oh so alluring scent has left me dizzy, but pleased.
Breathing softly, he presses his lips to my forehead. They are soft, smooth. Sighing, I move closer to him. The grass beneath us tickles my arms slightly. His grip tightens around me, telling me he doesn’t plan to let me go. Slowly, the sun is sliding under the horizon. Strips of orange and lavender light up the sky. Above us the stars have already appeared in the velvet blue night sky, twinkling brightly. The moon rises behind us.
His lips are warm as he leans down to kiss me. He tastes of summer – sweet, but tangy.
“I love you,” he whispers, gently ruffling my hair with his breath.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, finally allowing my heavy eyes to droop shut. Warmth spreads from where his lips brush across my forehead. I curl up closer to him, knowing I shall dream well with him by my side.
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