CHAPTER FIFTEEN - You're My Mistake To Make
The streetlights flickered in the dark as I peered out the window of my room, letting the curtain drop. The sun had set, signalling the end of another day. It was usually one of those moments that went unnoticed, lost in the scope of the mundane. Not that day, though. That day it signalled change. I was... different. And it was because of him.
I leaned against my bureau drawer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, pulling the white blanket that's wrapped around me closer. I traced the edges of the picture I was holding in my hands.
A snapshot, a moment in time captured on film. It was me and him. He was holding me in his arms. There was the same tenderness that night as there was here now.
I looked up and smiled as Byron walked out of the adjoining bathroom in his boxer briefs. He walked over to me, running his hand through my locks as he bent his head to kiss me softly.
Even after sharing the deepest part of each other, it was amazing how one kiss still sent me reeling. I love you. I don't know if I said it or if it was just a passing thought.
It was the truth. That was all that mattered.
A/N : i've chosen not to increase the rating of this story but instead leave it to your own discretion. i have written the beginning of this chapter, but will send it only to those who request it. (yes, i am taking a line out of atalanta's apple's book) so, if you're looking for raunchy lemons, leave me your e-mail address in the review's section. be kind! it's my first attempt!