I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.
He smells safe, too, like sunlit walks in the orchard and silent breakfasts in the dining hall. And in the moments before I drift off to sleep, I almost forget about our war-torn city and all the conflict that will come to find us soon, if we don’t...
I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.
Mockery is childish. It does not become you.
I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt. He kisses me harder.
