"Are you sure?" He looks at me, scared he might hurt me, scared I might leave him, scared he might scare me away. "Touch me" I repeat myself, this time with more agitation, this time, with a much harsher tone. He slowly puts his hand under my shirt, caressing my skin with his thumb, poking and prodding to feel my ribcage. I look into his eyes, he's far too fixated on my skin, his face blushing profusely.
"Do you want to do this?"-- " ye-" " with me, I mean, do you want me to do this?" He says casually, slowly making his way to my stomach.
" Can I touch you?" tired of his constant questioning I wrap my legs around his hips, a clear indicator that i want this. " Touch me, don't make me repeat myself" I glare at him. he looks at me, for the first time tonight, he looks at me, the only thing I can sense from his eyes are adoration. Need. Warmth.
I sigh, I pull him into a kiss and murmur soft praises onto his head, reassuring him, when he finally breaks down. His soft sobbing barely audible as they are muffled by my chest. " I love you" I say, for the first time in my life, I mean those words, and he heard it.
