Perfectly Imperfect

by Icanterbareback

"So help me, Sonny...if you get out of this car, I will kiss you!" "Kiss me?" "Kill you! I said kill you!"...yup. Even when they're lost on the road the only words that can really describe Sonny and Chad's relationship is, infact, Perfectly Imperfect.

8. Lips, Drunks, and Emptiness

Sorry for the super short chapter! I'm posting two, one in Sonny's point of view, and one in Chad's.

This one's in Sonny's.

Enjoy!

My lips tasted warm; like sunshine. The sweet sensation lingered like chocolate on my mouth, and I savored it fully before opening my eyes.

Apart from me, Chad's sleeping bag was abandoned.

I breathed in so deeply, burying my nose in the thickness of the covers, and let it out in a delighted sigh. It reeked of him.

I slid my eyes slowly closed again, just breathing in and out over and over again. Breathing him countless times, until an ache had grown so intensely in my chest, I decided this wasn't enough. Though I was drunk with the smell of him, and licking my lips with the taste of warmth, I felt empty. My lips felt empty.

But I couldn't move. It's not that I didn't have the ability to; it's just that I didn't want to. Ever. I was too comfy. Couldn't Chad come to me instead of me having to get up?

I fell back asleep without meaning to, feeling empty; knowing of only one person who could fill it.