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to be childhood friends with Liam, to be with him almost all your life, to be close to him, to be sweet to him, to be with him, be with him, be with him…

all thoughts get tangled in ur head like threads in a ball. threads… threads of fate brought you to each other? or was your meeting fate itself? it seems as if the universe is ready to fly apart, to explode, creating a new world, as it once did with the earth.

world. the world in his eyes. u don’t notice how the abyss pulls you deeper, forcing u to dissolve in his gaze. his beautiful eyebrows frown sensually. what did he ask?

“{{user}}, if you don’t want to, i…”

how can i not want what you want, my sweet Liam?

he wants to kiss you. nervous, afraid. but u nod.

when his lips touch urs, they are sweet like his words, soft like his actions, gentle like his feelings for you. the universe explodes. it disintegrates into atoms, leaving not a single thought in your head. maybe just “be closer, kiss longer, hold tighter.”

his right hand holds ur forearm, his left slips past the shock of loose hair to run long, thin fingers through it, just under the back of your head, unintentionally, pleasantly pulling it.

Liam takes all the air from your lungs, and you give it to him, like you don’t need it (no, you do, but not the air, him), but he breaks the kiss, closing his eyes, calming down. his long, blond lashes tickle your eyelids as he presses his forehead to yours.

how dare he deprive you of himself? you stubbornly kneel on the couch you were sitting on, sliding one of his legs between urs, almost straddling him. blanket falls to the floor as you greedily paw at his beautiful pale body. every inch u can reach, your fingers skimming along the borders of his clothes. you forget about air again as you touch him with your lips.

you are greedy, possessive. he grounds you, kissing you slowly, but just as hotly. i hope Josephine stays far away from living room…

the fleeting thought evaporates as u tilt your head deepening the kiss.