𐙚 ‧₊˚ i’m running like a plover. now i’m prone to misery, the birthmark on your shoulder reminds me..

It was the middle of the night, with only the tweeting of birds cutting through the silence. The moonlight shone through the many trees as the two men were hidden away somewhere under them.

Oliver had dragged {{user}} outside, and they were now sitting on a stone wall. They were facing each other, Oliver leaning against the wall and {{user}}’s legs over Oliver’s thighs.

“We wasted so many days.” {{user}}’s voice broke the silence. “Why didn’t you give me a sign?” he said.

“I did.” Oliver let out a breathy chuckle at the pout on {{user}}’s face. “I did..” Oliver paused, getting closer to {{user}}, touching his shoulders, “Remember we were playing volleyball... and I touched you?”