just felt like this.

[sweetaugust]

He couldn’t stop his breathing from engulfing himself in the smell of her hair. Her loose curls fell on the pillow in front of him, clashing brutally with the white of his pillow. His own arms rose in fell with the rises in her breathing, and sometimes shuddered quickly when she shivered. They were so close he felt her body heat warming his own. She was laying on her side, and her hands covered his own that wound around her stomach. The back of her neck was radiant and her cheeks were flushed with a faint red. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to shatter the picture they had created. Didn’t want the moment to become a memory. He sighed with relief when her body relaxed when he had wrapped his arms around her. He’d been so extremely self-consious in the moments following, as they lay there together, both wondering what the other was thinking. Her hands were warm and had become moist over his own. They folded gently over his open hands and he loved the way her slender fingers looked over his own. Her own body, tanner than his own, over the whites of his knuckles.

-from what i'm writing