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your eyes seemed to speak of pastel coloured skies and warm soil between our toes. they sparkled in the stuffy summer night, with our warm, sweaty bodies pressed together. the dim, shifting colours from the computer monitor playing the silent, forgotten film formed a kaleidoscope of patterns against our naked bodies, with two pairs of earbuds hanging from the port splitter swaying gently in the soft whirl of the air conditioner.
i stared into yours. the pieces of clockwork seemed to click into place. you smile the faintest of smiles, lips curving up ever so slightly. and suddenly, you're so easy to read. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before. it hit me that i had never trusted enough to bare the entirety of my being like this. i could read the entirety of your being like a book, and you could mine.
“i like you.” you slurred, lips moving sloppily. the soft whisper of summer leaves brushing against the night wind, and the gentle hum of yellow streetlamps burning incandescent. these sounds seemed to swirl around me, a whirlpool of honey and clover.
it felt good. you felt good.
i could get used to this, i thought, mind fuzzy with happiness and body warm with excitement. and so, for the first time in a long while, i smiled too.
and i leaned in for another kiss, our shadows touching each other deep into the night.