Fallen for the Fallen
III
One night turned into two, and two nights turned into one week… things just fell into place after that.
The boy was now used to wearing shirts and sweaters that hung over his hands and slid from one elegantly curved shoulder. He was used to hot cooking in the morning and then more food from the others plate. He was used to a kind smile upon waking.
He was used to sleeping in a bed across from… him, so close that either one could reach a trembling hand through the fourteen inches of empty space towards the other and touch them in the night.
Also, he had forgotten his mission. The lawbreaker, the ruler… he had forsaken them all just to… live. This 'home', this life, this boy… Yes. He wanted to live.
He said so one day as the two sat down to dinner.
In response, the boy looked at him for a very long time. He pulled his shirt back over his shoulder.
"Will you kiss me?"
Without thinking, he stood and went to the other side of the table. He bent and let their lips touch briefly before returning to his seat.
They ate the rest of their meal in silence.
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I'm supposed to be grounded.
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You write twenty I post extra.
If I get up to twenty-five, I'll post gasp two chapters at once !