Warner steps closer and the world is beginning to blur until he's the only thing I can see clear. I'm fire and ice and a million unspoken words in his arms but none of them matter as he leans in to kiss me and I'm
melting
breaking
shattering into pieces.
I just realize now that I'm a puzzle and he's the only one who can complete me and his touch is so light so light so light on my burning skin. "Juliette", he mumbles against my lips and I shiver at the way he mouths my name, as if it's something so precious, so fragile, that no one else should hear it.
I don't know how but suddenly I'm pinned to the wall. 1 mouth placing hot kisses on my lips, 2 eyes boring into mine, 3 gasps escaping, 4 lips pressed at each others, 5 fingers of his hand holding me tight, a 100 butterflies in my stomach. He presses his body against mine until I can feel every contour, every muscle and rib, every beat of his heart through the fabric of our clothes. He supports himself at the wall so that his weight doesn't crush me but even the tiniest distance between us is like a stirring pain, so I pull him closer until there's nothing more than Warner's lips, Warner's eyes, Warner's smell. He's so real, so near and his face expression so vulnerable that it hurts.
His lips explore my chin, my jawline, my neck. They stop at my shoulder, where the thin strap of my top is, just to push it down with his hand shaking. I gasp as his fingertips brush my skin, light as the flap of a butterfly. "God, you are so beautiful, love." I blush and his hand goes to the apple of my cheek, as if he wants to take the color off to paint a picture with it. "Stop", I whisper.
His hand stops immediately, freezes where it is, his worried eyes meet mine and won't let them go.
"What is it, Juliette? Did I…hurt you?" Suddenly a laugh makes its way up my throat and escapes my lips before I can catch it and stuff it back in. I shake my head, once, twice. "Stop doing this to me. Just…just kiss me now, Aaron."
His eyes widen as I speak out his first name. He swallows hard. Inhales. Exhales. Every second that passes makes it harder for me to stand upright. Without saying a word he finally leans in and does what I wished for.
This kiss isn't as light and playful as before. It's wanting and desperate, like this kiss is the only thing that can save him and he's too afraid to die. My hands go to his neck, reaching for his soft blonde hair. I gasp as his hand that laid on my shoulder travels down my body, slides down my rips to my hips, pulling me closer. I will never let you go, is what his touch says. You are mine, is what his eyes say. And this time I'm not afraid of being his.